Tastes salty to the touch of my tongue, this fear.
And then a bitter sense of sweetness, lingers on my lips.
It swirls in my mind, tingles the light my of skin.
It encroaches my thoughts, scrambles the liquid of my heart.
It sways, it rips, it tears.
I tear.
Thursday, September 24, 2009
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