shaving cream

blood everywhere

soaked toilet tissue

cold clotting water

flush

creaking joists

comforting jumble

items piled indiscriminately

room glows

bed creaks

thoughts suddenly surge

the light must have flickered
he couldn't remember her expression
after he said the words, he just couldn't remember
was it joy? anger?
he couldn't decide
so when he made it home
he was kicking himself inside
for saying the right thing at the right time
and forgetting why or to what end
nothing left to do but clean the nasty remnants
of the past unkempt week
and then sleep off the internal rage, the
thoughts that made his hands shake, his eyes dart

thoughts that made his


blood boils out

cut cheek cut heart

don't care

not to stop it

it's all over now.

08/19/2007

Posted on 08/20/2007
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