leave me not in limbo

firing questions in oblivion
until each shot hits the thick envelope of shush
that separates us.
bullets recoil back to me
hitting a nerve,
killing my pride,
disconnecting my body to my mind, to my soul...

exhaled by milbenski at 2:10 PM on Tuesday, July 10, 2007 | 0 comment(s)

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