Monday, December 7, 2009

nervous talk.

Dawn ebbs forward
my bones creek
mascara flocks underneath my eyes
knots in my hair

my nail polish is chipped
i lie in my bed
in underwear and a tanktop
amber light seeps into

the dark corners of the sky.
I am not empty
laying alone
with someone on my mind

once more
my framework creeks
i sigh
wake up baby,
its time to grow up.

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