Friday, June 29, 2012


Blood flow streaming down my sides
Screaming from the inside
Thunder roaring in sounds of electric outlines
Shaking you to rise
Setting up butterfly skies
Picking up bottle caps and shells to wear as masks
No one asking what comes next

Leaning left and falling right
Packing up trash cans of life
Curb side free for all
twenty six years tipped to the other side
Always hoping for a ride
But learning to stand in pride
Bare me naked
And see the difference
 I believe you helped to heal this
You are me
There was one, two, and three.
Just let it all be.

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