Thursday, June 3, 2010

Day 316:the mooon rise

When we fight
its like my skin doesn't fit right
my eyes are too small
they slide around in their sockets blind
my nails
dig themselves into my skeleton
the hairs of the back of my neck grow in reverse
tormenting my vocal chords

everything in me
is disrupting another part of me
nothing agrees
its all anger
and frustration
and pain
something finds itself changing
the moon somehow shows itself in the darkness
there finally seems to be a way out
at least we can see it now
whether or not we reach it,
thats another poem entirely

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