Sunday, September 21, 2014


This has been 
a long time coming, 
bladed words 
bubbling at the 
back of my throat, 
and heat dulling 
the space behind my eyes.
But the screams 
have been torn out 
before I can make sense 
of the thoughts 
that rake at me, 
thoughts that 
scratch and scrabble 
to cling on 
to a sense of security. 
The blades come back 
to cut me 
and warm tears run 
down my face;
my pin has been pulled 
and I just want to 
minimize the 

It's been a rough night.

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