Wednesday, September 15, 2010


I am in you
I am you
I am your hot blood on the ground
Your sick in the gutter
I am your broken bones
Your oily skin
Your dry, tangled hair
I am your bitter tears
Your angry screams
     I am your disease.

                    You are in me
                    You are me
                    You are the life in my veins
                    My feast from the fields
                    You are my spine
                    My defense
                    My rain on my brow
                    You are my sweet tears
                    My laughter and moans
                         You are my repose.

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