Thursday, March 18, 2010

A minor

A shy spine that shivers when in doubt
no confidence to attach to a velcro choice.
Rooms dancing in a trance
chasing what once was a parade of walls.

When I'm down I've hit the ground
how I got here I can't recall
I bleed
I scar and bleed
Uneventful seclusions never heal.
Honest mirrors tend to hurt the most
if you ask me I would say I don't know
I bleed
I scar and bleed
I should be happy you don't say what you mean.

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