Wednesday, August 11, 2010

abuse

spin, spin
wiggle, wiggle
tear your hair out, scream.

your eyes like saucers 
troubling?

breathe, breathe, breathe

spit, split lip
blood and violins
square like dance, sore. 

raw, spanked
less than zero, nothing

gasp, gasp


hammer!
 whimper, moan.

1 comments:

  1. How many times I have felt this way. Good poem!

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