by Kristie Ponce

Created on: March 03, 2009

"blackness"

once again the blackness threatens

a pain I can neither deny nor explain

nor explain.

it smothers me.

alone

angry

afraid

ashamed

lashing out at what draws me

a false comfort

whose dishonesty enrages.

I would feel pain

I would taste bright blood

I would grind my teeth and scream.

compassion is a stake through my heart.

oh to be done.

done.

so tired

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