1. 21:08 27th Aug 2010

    Tags: my poetry

    moving on

    the seconds swoosh by like your stomach on a water slide, face first, arms out, and you’re thinking I can do this, I can do this, I can do this and you hit the ground and your elbows are sore and raw and you rub them yourself and your eyes sting and you imagine his lips on your skin, his tongue, pressed against the secret layers of your organ, and you cry.