Wednesday, October 14, 2009

Unsympathetic.

My bent antennas have distorted your image of me.
Swallowing pills helps me sleep while you are out.
My words were a pinch on your skin and bones.
Your actions were the bullets through my mouth.

Let's stand and compare.
Your cheeks are dry.
That night I blew through every stop sign.

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