1. 15:51 4th Sep 2010

    Notes: 2

    Tags: my poetry

    life cycles

    nibbling at my fingernails i wonder what it’s like to furrow my teeth beneath the nails and tissue and flesh and tear it apart like airplane wings slice up clouds. i wonder what it’s like to shake and feel puss pour out of my eyes and ears and nose. i wonder what it’s like to become dirt, or maybe dust, and be cleaner and purer than the sagging stretching restricting skin binding me in.

     
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