there was a hilarious night i had a while pretty badly hurt though

Wounded In Action

Is it raining outside the car, not warm?
I should have brought my jumper, sounds fuzzy
Is that a white bat? Harry Potter's owl?
A stone's throw from the nunnery of yore,
Habits don't die hard in convents, do they?
It seems they delight in putting on shows
Still, milking the moment for all it's worth
As we masticate and spit out the waste.
The chessboard beckoned, and we bounded 'cross
Nothing yet taken in, hyperactive
And we roamed, eventual track of bush.
Breathe it all in, climb back up, rocked the ankle
Trickling down the foot, illusions on ground
Scars and scabs, rites of initiation

Poetry by Caila Ihle
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Written on 2006-10-07 at 12:03

Tags Pain  Initiation 

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