Saturday, February 4, 2012

Scratching Scabs

So tired from worry
Scratching my scalp into scabs
Peeling those off and awaiting the
Ooze of blood that inevitably falls
From the most vascular place on
My body - banging my head against
The wall hasn't stopped the insanity -
The color of the life giving substance
Entices, lulls me into dancing a
Dance of my forehead on the
Distressed stucco'd partition
Calling up a geyser of redness
Spilling through curly bangs
Seeping into eyelashes and
Burning my eyes so all I can see
Is red... read.

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