I'm looking up.
Bullets of light points
Glossed the eyes right over
Frozen in pressure
Mud and death turning to diamonds
Sharp-sawing the fat
(The anxiety, the calorie-counting, the 'I miss you,' the dirty look, the bad dogs, the wet paper, the changed locks, the side effects, that smell)
While you lie unaware
Atop me, pushing down
Pressure.
Diamonds.
Monday, May 18, 2009
Diamond Saw
at 4:42 PM
Flavors: Raspberry Love, Red Velvet Poetry
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1 sprinkles:
I like this, seeing a side of you you really don't express. Well, it is expressed, just not in this light.
Keep it up. I hope your doing okay.
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