July 28, 2004

An odd selfishness.
No amount of gauze and sterile needels
will quell this storm.

Having you here wasn’t enough.
To embrace something
as foreign as that
was nothing more than another
time slot in a schedual
to fill.

Socially shredded,
baring fangs and wild eyes.
three perfect cuts.

Night is nothing more
than a battle burial ground
for the sorrows and the angers.

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