muffled sounds break through the walls
like a bullet
it hits me.
unconscious
memories play like a motion picture.
i've seen this one before
a water fall creates a puddle
for me to drown myself in
i struggle to breathe.
i grow fins and sprout scales
and away i swim.
he asked for it.
Saturday, February 07, 2009
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