inhale the arrogance.
this stranger of mine
it's true to reveal
it's a secret pantomime
in which i can feel.
touches are useful
the razor at times could be your friend
the numbness could swallow
to slice is not the end.
you can't feel the trickle
you can't feel the cut
sometimes it tickles
but your mind at that time is totally shut.
Comments on this poem/writing:
|Kristen () -- Wednesday, March 14 2001, 05:00 am|
Mental, I hadn't heard from you lately, and wondered if you'd received my two e-mails in Feb.? One was just explaining why I'd been gone so much, the other was commenting on your recent brilliant poems. This one is just a powerful...Love,K
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