Monday, May 18, 2015

The Splinter

The splinter beneath my skin makes me feel bad today

A rash has broken through my facade as I try to heal from my old ways

All my appetites are back and it itches like crazy

I'll try not to be lazy

Maybe the ceiling will collapse on me and fall through the floor into dirt

The dark hurt

The dusty place of the heart when revealed breathes easy

Freeze me

Until a time in which I can be cured

Reassured...

They tell me it's just a spilnter

The only problem is that they've never had one

Not like this

I've forgotten how to kiss

And all they can say is...

Fill in the blank

Because we have all heard the stupid fucking words

...and the splinter continues to fester




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