01/10/07
I thought I was comfortable with myself.
Then I found out who I am.
She bites the skin and brakes it, I hope.
She pushes in and hurts me, I hope.
She hangs me up on love strings and kills me, I hope.
I feel like peeling off my skin and rolling in salt.
Naked moonlight, moving around you,
making me feel...
Blood has dried,
and is encrusted on the insides of my sleeves,
I hope.
This poem was written by Alina on Sep 12, 2007.
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