All the chatter stops
While my head decays.
Eating itself like a malnutritioned tape worm,
festering in the wounds
nestling comfortably...and thinking of you.
I watch you run like a river.
You're ugly when you're naked.
Like a salmon flopping for its life in a bear's mouth,
You'd scream if you could.
Thursday, July 23, 2009
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