Wednesday, 20 November 2013


i don't need you and your silverfish-memories
i don't need anyone.
needing is dangerous.
or is it not needing that is dangerous?
i'm not sure
both have done me harm.
it's just life that's dangerous.
the cracked stone
the divide
ashen skin and pallid hands
i force breath back into you. you will breathe.
you will.
you don't.

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