I have all these little pieces that I just haven't been able to put together, or give that spark. These are here for my own purpose of reflecting on.
She was shaking like
a newborn crack baby,
blue eyed and
desperate for
a loving touch
I know that I
should not be diluted
by my obsession
but this is just
too much
I trace the rivets
of her spine
letting the bumps
dissolve beneath my fingers
I know that if
I held her any closer
She would suffocate
on the cotton
and plastic lettering
of my shirt,
but I really do need something more
than filtered air
and bottled water
to give me peace of mind.
You have once again
defeated my purpose
I shudder
Only now realizing
my defeat
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