Monday, June 8, 2009

my closet is small, too small
im getting claustriphobic
I run out, the lights are off
I trip and crash to the floor
I try to run but my legs arent getting the message my brain is screaming
its to late
all around the dark memories gather
like daggers, your words fall against my naked soul
its crushes me and darkly, my virtue drips into the cracks in the floor
In horror i run back to my closet
"its safe in here" i tell myself
the memories hover close, just outside the door
now alone, a cascade of tears falls from my eyes like a broken tap.
this is all because of you.

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