To Vomit the Undigestible

Tuesday, January 17, 2006

Counting my way out

New words springing from my throat like open wounds begging to be cleaned, crusty on the outside, oozing from the inside. One time a sting, two times that, and we're even, and then there are those new beginings begging to be wrung out from this; these tiresome words that eat me from the inside, far more devestating than the ones that grabbed me by the neck and pierced my skull three times as hard the last time. Four people surrounding me, spinning me into far corners that make me want to cower. Oh world, defeat me with these five words: "You dont need to write".

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