Saturday, 7 April 2012

Untitled # 1

If it rains tomorrow

I'll have to stay in

and write another poem,

make love to my reflection,

tear the photograph

and bleed while I

stitch a new dress

for improvement.

Can I strip down

in the dark

as if you are watching.

Untitled late night.

Drink this to lose control

swallow this to relax.

If I were on stage

I'd be able to scream.

Emotion check.




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