Posted: Saturday, May 23, 2009 | |

expansion; then retraction, and the resulting choke-hold on organs which mimic
balloons, in and out amplification
and for once, I wish it could be like before, where I believed in apologizing until
throat raw, eyes out, but then sweet dissipation
for once, I wish for anything but this comatose reaction
over petrified words and touch
we waver
I am never quite good enough
we injure
I am overflowing where I shouldn't and barren where I should
we rot
I am


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