Sunday, January 24, 2010

I Ran Out The Door, Screaming.

I look at him,
i shiver.
Gross runs across my brain
like flashing lights in the city.

I look away.
Fuck it.
I'm too young to die,
under the weight of that insecurity.

:O
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