...writing doesn't make it real...
...it just makes it impossible to forget...
...there are hundreds of words i wish i hadn't written...
Monday, March 4, 2013
quicksand
sobs erupt from my congested lungs
alternating breath with sorrow's fire
skin crawling to leave bones behind
slide your arms under and take me in
hold my head close to your heartbeat
listen to my thoughts threaten life
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