February 12, 2012

• Assault

  I'm not clean.

  Poison still courses through my body,

  anchoring me into this bed.

  I'm not innocent.

  I have memories of a tongue swirling over my skin,

  defenseless with my no's and stop's,

  skin still bleeding under the surface.

  I am not smart.

  Superior numbers and pedigree belies naïveté,

  for which socalledfriends are useless.
  

  I'm not strong.

  The atmosphere has destroyed me

  and proved how years of age did nothing to fill me.

  Still, I am one-legged and expect to walk like a human,

  but perhaps crippled outcasts like me

  deserve it.

  • 12:24 pm
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