Thursday, June 25, 2009

one day.

when i say "your crazy kitten smile" i
am not being sentimental.

(do you know how scary it is,
to be eaten alive by ants?)

i am dead in (a) bed.
my body contracts and swallows my heart.

(can you see exactly how terrified i am,
to always be the last to hang up?)

blueberries stain my fingers.
i am breaking every bone in my body.

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