askew

Apr 07, 2013 11:16

diagonal footsteps,
bumping into silent reproach
the weather hurts feet
& the head is pounding
with unexpressed need--
don't be scared to trip
& fall--
it happens. it happens
often.
& i learn a new rhythm,
a pattern
that is easier to process,
cut myself once & pain
lessens with each nick,
or memory of pain dilutes
until it is water down
a storm

poetry

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wytchcroft April 8 2013, 23:40:09 UTC
harsh as winter x

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eyealtering April 9 2013, 05:31:20 UTC
Aww, I was hoping for pretty like winter. ;) x

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wytchcroft April 9 2013, 06:40:51 UTC
ah, poor word choice on my part... need time i'll askew first...

x

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eyealtering April 10 2013, 11:57:24 UTC
Funny, Mister W. x

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