Saturday, February 21, 2009

An angry blade.

Slipping away but grasping the edge
Tightening around it
So strong, weakening
A drop past the edge of the line
Suddenly running
Let's run
I scream at you
At me, at me I want to yell
Nothing working
Running farther
Want to be faster
Weights in my legs
Cannot carry me further
Stop
And I stop.

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