Saturday, October 20, 2007



I swallowed hard,
and found a prickly lump in my throat.
You got stuck in my pores
when I tried to flush you out.

It hurts,

and I realize
that somebody's got to toughen me up.
That's what you say.

Thinking that you want to protect me from pain,
you swallow me in your arms.

But, you're scarred – you're scared
and realize you can't.

I feel you're the only one I can tell
of the purple swells in my heart.

But, you push me away.

And, I resent you
for being able to get
under my skin
and for
into my bones.

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