Tuesday 1 November 2011

Crunch, I stood on it
Crack, beneath my feet
Why did no one tell me this felt so good?
Easy tears, easy easy sliding across and tearing up easily
Shards upon shard upon shards
Only a few jabs, you know what they're like
Pops up, licks me lick me- quickly!
wash it away with warm water
Pull sleeves over the wet wet
Oh! But it's so hot now
Mutter and curse, words- word
"I'm so sad sad sad"
Maybe, maybe but maybe
I'm just mad.

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