love me if you dare

a less-than-sincere note to critics
maybe you think you know me
and maybe you do
but if you read this and find
me a little strange
or even frightening,
then i guess you never knew me
welcome to the real world

layout: alicia

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Friday, May 13

breathe

time marches on inexorably
marked by the staccato dancing of
the second hand of the clock
black against the smug cream face
etched numerals like ugly scars

i sit in the stony silence of blasting music
turn the speakers up to the max til
i can't hear myself breathe
she lies on my bed snoring gently arms wrapped
tightly about my book

i breathe shallowly
feel my lungs expand and contract
a hypnotic rhythm only i
could dream of drowning in
there's no need for movement

the silence is so loud it hurts my ears
i find myself secretly falling apart
the seconds tick by - yet another minute gone
an hour a day a week a month a year
a lifetime

tick

tick

tick

tick

tick.

yours truly
8:42 PM
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xoxo

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