Tuesday, May 15, 2012

Space Invaders

Words line the roof of my mouth
Puff out my cheeks until holding them in makes breathing difficult.
Shaking with anger, or fear, or both
All cradled up in a fire of eyes.
Lusting after catharsis in the gloam of a computer keyboard
At 11:11 on a Monday evening
When words tumble out in sightly uniform

But bridges, heaped in ashes, safely burned
No sweet return with seemly lessons learned. 

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