1 Jan 2009

Most of the time I don't think I can do this.
The hurt aches too deep -
too far for my knife
too far for pharmacology.


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I am below the sea.
I am far away I am not here
- deep fear.
My heart to hold.

Springs beneath my chest below my breast my heart to hold.
Not yours
no strings to play
it beats for me.
What of this piece within me lives?

I feel from far away my mind blank without a body I am floating with my heart.
Muscle and bone a task to own,
our peace
a challenge
in dirt, inert, my own.

Bells ring for me, in my head
chastise the scene
the secret
the hope below my breast beats for me, for me, for me