Sunday, September 5, 2010

Kick the habit

Thwap thwap thwap
The blood rises
rushing red
gushing red
(gushing)

The strangeness forms blurry shadows in your mind, running
to the cuts and
wounds.
It's the "Are you okay?"
But you know
all pain aside
these were not their stones to throw.

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