Sunday, March 28, 2004
The pale moonrunning across my back
frozen
Tap water gushing
face blank
reflected from the once gritty plate
The house shivers
i feel the cold erupt into my body
can't move
never clean
refusing to die
standing alone
this house
I can feel its irking breath upon my neck
clutching me
can't breath
lungs shattered
rubbing the stain
The water steams
burning my
gloved hands
pinching my wrists
punched in the stomach
my glazed stare
unmoving
i can't see
the empty house
the empty world
all i can see the reflection
the reflection.
Teal @ 2:16 PM
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These are my poems. Written in my happiest and darkest hour. Wow that was corny. (tealytoo@yahoo.com)
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