Sunday, September 06, 2009

feeling skinless today

a pile of rotten oranges
flocked with flies

my swings are not mild
never wrapped in small childish bows
but are a glass in the process of shattering
a balloon bent on suicide

not one of you can move me

all chatter anchors the body deep down
too low
to choke anything up but tiny gasps of air

1 comment:

wimp said...