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By j Submitted by green waves Date: 2006 Apr 27 Comment on this Work [[2006.04.27.20.10.1849]] |
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I am not a container! It's time to get your stuff... all the shit that's been here way too long. Your stench that reeks, that's way passed ripe. The heavy clothes that itch like scabs that just won't heal. That unrelenting taste, the oily fingerprints that linger under my clothes, every song you exist in, ever line...every word...every whisper... lexis; gnawing, parasites that feed on me day and night, Annoying visitors keeping me awake with their incessant shredding of me from ear to soul. Take the flashes of days gone by, that burn the backs of my eyes, that creep in where the gift of blindness you gave used to take. The spaces behind my eyes are mine! I am done surfing the storming, salty waves that stain my lips with your taste. Take it all! I can't hold the weight. These pieces aren't mine... they never were... the edges have cut me too many times! TAKE IT ALL! No more will your pieces live in the places meant for me. It's far passed due to be returned to you. For one who loves to covet all that he possesses why have you left so much? You forgot were you left it didn't you? |