my throat is trying to strangle me
literally, i mean my throat
is closing up, seizing up
sucking me dry
and all i do these days
is lose water, words and
friends. so now i'm stuck
in a river, wading
and there are plays
and novels
short stories and
saltwater fish all sticking
to the soles of my feet
drenching me in me
i am no ice-like monarch
but i melt, i freeze
and you, you're all saline.
2 comments:
this is a win especially because it has a Theme/Motif/whatever the fuck it's called. p.s. jason's blog makes me SO EMO because it's SO GOOD
http://massculture.blogspot.com/2010/01/harvest.html
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