Aug 09, 2004 22:07
Something breaks,
Leaves my eyes red,
Brows furrowed.
I snap,
As do my knuckles
When fists clench.
I can feel it
Rush through me.
Something moves me.
A shattered mirror,
Resembling the skin on my hand.
Patience runs short
And broken.
Leave a comment
Comments 1
Reply
Leave a comment