by angeliska on January 5, 2003

i don’t know why i let this happen
the way i hate to start a day
with screaming rages and bloody hands
rifts that can’t be mended
torn bits left hanging
silence that breaks bones
it makes me double up
clench my eyes shut
stuff knuckles in my mouth
and howl
i can’t be in this box
i can’t be outside
this is the abyss
this is the heart
it takes everything
and leaves the rest
mutates and transforms
raw flesh and nerves
released without tenderness
i wish i could run

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