Saturday, January 16, 2010

For the Sake of Mistakes pt. II

i found myself wallowed in this hollowed shell of transparency/ but currently this currency has traced my shape/ my bones were coiled at their joints/ and appointed to the brothel/ held hostage in this hostel/ with fluid walls, clearly opaque/

in my defense, i was only seventeen/ these streets were tearing on/ and i was wondering where you wandered/

im better off when my sweater's scoffed and placed in purple bags/ ready for contempt to slither through and fill the room/ but no one knows what i mean/ once im severed at the seams/ so ever friendly toward me/ to turning on me/

in my defense, i was only seventeen/ these streets were tearing on/ and i was wondering where you wandered/

no one knows what i mean/ once my mouth has fallen out

- afm

2 comments:

hayley said...
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k said...

look who figured out how to come back!!!!!!