Saturday, January 1, 2011

sour start

in the last 12 hours my skin has aged 900 miles
bristled 10,000 flashbacks being pushed back into place
brittle wishes can only be held back so long
the edges don't lie
but they certainly don't look you straight in the face.
The ground is slippery
and you can never avoid your own feet.
The freshness hits so hard
I am emptied of my eyes.

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