My chest feels tight like iron. Concaving convulsions of pulsating emotions flowing over brimmed with ice, muscle spasms and contrictions have me heavy hing like a deep heart moan.. the yearn in a sigh. Oh cast your llght in the recess of my mind that it might internalized through the lines and thaw this wrought demise. These tunnels , indirect and hollow, enhanched echoes clogging my pores , seaping I bleed luke warm remedies of thoughts undelivered to thee. Unheard, unfelt, unspoken. And. Often. Invalidated, gone with the wind like the past twenty minutes it took to write this riff of deletion.. paradoxical conflicts, an unsteady heart rhythm and a pain so this you could paint with the liwuid my eyes spit. I was born to old to late and I stare at the watergate in an admirable anticipation of a flood.... wash it, burn it, hand it out to dry... bone marrow, tomorrows glue
Posted on: Wed, 17 Dec 2014 09:57:22 +0000