Monday, November 23, 2009

There is something wrong with me


Hunched over, constantly hunched over.

Apologetic, yeah I feel that way now,

I can't raise my eyebrows because you said something out of character.

This is nothing like that.

Someone says something so god damn... hurtful and suddenly it's as if someone is pulling a noose across your neck?

Beads of black crawling down your face, a tongue too big for your mouth, shaky shaky hands.

Who's the crazy lady now?

You said to me you could never apologize even when you felt sick to your stomach. Even when you knew you were wrong.

Take that righteous tool of yours and slice.

Snip, snip, snip me out of this.

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