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The piercing of the gunshot and the race between my heart and mind is on And just like the pounding of running feet on the pavement, my heart is racing But it is the only thing I can hear
Have I ever wished to dive into a ravine? I would have said no. I'm forced to say yes. What were once my sweetest dreams crash upon the rocks. Drain the mania;
My heart is best decribed as being a bird in a bottle, with fleeting wings beating against glass lungs. It sits on the border of yesterday's panic and tomorrow's desperation,
You say I’m okay On the outside So I must be alright To keep going But have you once thought About how I feel inside
I was little when disposable cameras were "the thing"Polaroids were fading out. I would pose for my mother in my new school clothes Silly faces, ballerina, peace signs.
Slam. Mommy is lying on the ground. Daddy threw her there; I saw it from behind The wooden banister which I wrapped my stuffed snake around Only three hours before.
My name is [gasp] a soft percussion of wiggles, delicate worms crawling into skin thin kisses, so you’re not at all suspicious when I carry in your ribs bids on who the lastonelaughing [is]