Choking
I gasp for air
In your presence it kicks
But in your absence it moans
I feel it
wherever
whenever
It stings
And burns
But I persist through the hurt
It slowly kills
Dominating my insides
Consuming my core
I can’t breath
I want this beautiful malice
But-- it digs
slowly at my gut
Chunk churning chunk churning
Chunk
Why must it subside in my system?
This disease
This cancer
This
Unwanted pain
Tuesday, May 31, 2005
Unwanted Pain
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2 comments:
YES -- SO worth all the time you spent on it. I agree with gabe - maybe your best yet. It says exactly what you're trying to say (that is, if you're trying to say what I think you are, lol)
Lina, you are a beast. I am in love with this poem!! My favorite part is the chunk churning... etc. If I had your skills, I could... have... your skills..??
that didn't make sense. The point remains: you are a beast.
and
I love you?
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