Friday, November 18, 2011

day 117

excuse me. Tonight
I am
finding peace in myself
one piece at a time
break me open. Like
pomegranate seeds,
I am tough.
rough housing
with blankets whose
silhouettes bundle
unfamiliar to
my mattress. There
are matches,
lighting up this mind. I
am a spark away from
speaking genius. It's
genuine- this 
thought. This
exhaustion.

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