strangulation

trying to figure out the way from the this maze.

this ever distance being so out of reach that you cannot fathom to be without it.

the only thing is, you dont know what you are reaching for. however you are always reaching and striving for something that you dont even know...

running out of reasons and running out of breath. treading on the shoes too tight for your foot. aching on the way down and yelling on the way up. all you need is to fall.





Poetry by Jessica
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Written on 2006-11-01 at 20:04

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efflux
I am not the only one then... Thank you for this one.
2006-12-10


Kathy Lockhart
this one had me feeling clostrophobic. I felt the anxiety and suffocation.
2006-11-04