Sitting always sitting.
Waiting. but for what
My insecurities grow faster
It lingers. Fireflies dancing, twitching between
what is REAL
unreal. I lie the unknown
consistent inconsistencies Miraculously flirting
The belle sounds
annoying serenity to tickle the s e n s e s
inherently dulling them to the core.
IT needs "me"
IT without "I", concealed neath veils (unorthodox),
maliciously plotting revenge
She burns; its cylindric edges BuLgE deep
into my esophagus.
And I sit
Created: Jan 24, 2010Document Media