Friday, April 11, 2014

Slide into a Coffee Bath

My unfair hands almost
choked my neck and
pulled me under to drown.
I am so violent toward myself.
Every part of my mind is against
the purest me, the me that sits
trapped in a clear box.
That is the observational me.
All my other selves talk a big
talk but the real me shuts them up.

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