Jun 03, 2006 13:54
slightly sticky
stitching thickly
roots and earth and gravel and the inability to move
tracing shadows cast
with eyes half massed
momentum becomes nothing more than a sultry word that drips off a lazy tongue...
bitten, stung
gravitationally slung
from side to side in the clenches of
gnashing/gnawing teeth rubbed
raw from the flailing of my
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