broken skin matches
the pieces of a puzzle
completed and dismantled
for your continued amusement.
the world swings me from the
edge of a pocketwatch,
i am falling closer into trance.
with a slick motion, i'm falling
off the end, into the abyss.
over jagged rocks, over
tiny holes in your defense-
revealed as bait,
to swallow me whole.
i am trapped in the crushing blow
of living trapped,
down below
the fragments of my broken hope
and my broken skin.
i wonder if the picture on the box
shows the scars as well?

04/21/2003

Posted on 04/22/2003
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