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I don't have a title for this yet...but I want to know what you think, thanks

In my small form
Trying to melt away
Or scatter into tiny ants
Crawling into walls, loosing themselves
In cracked bark
And feeding off the microscopic leavings
of a well-mannered families early lunch.

You come by, silently and stand
As usual, right above me, shadowing
My view and looking down in a disapproving stare
But then with a sly grin,
You creep beside me
Moving my limbs about and my head--
Trying to positon and prop me
Just how you want, in the perfect place
For the picture you have stuck
in your mind, too bitter to erase

Squeezing yourself into the small
Crevass between cold steel
And I, you run
Thoughts through your mind and fingers
Through your hair

Your comments
On the color of my nails
And the length of my hair
Stun me. It pinches me
To know you see my eyes
But still sit
Beside my trembling body expecting
Something more
Than a clear, dull silence
Or a weak scream echoing.
Current Mood:
sore sore
Current Music:
Tori Amos- Mother
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