My hands were shaking
Felt blood
Rattling round like
It had turned solid
Vomit hints in my neck
Piss cracks through
The leak in my shoes
Recognize that gaze
Shifts in bravery
Turns at trembling
Slides over
Make the most of this
Leave when the breath
Feels too kind
Wednesday, 21 April 2010
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