Monday, April 18, 2011

Still Ill

There is a black hole in my chest
No sound escapes
It makes my heart beat faster
Your cotton candy fingertips
Sticky, sweet
Pried by ribcage open
To take a peek inside
Leaving sugar deposits in my flesh and bones
You left me wide awake
And as I looked at you
My stomach dropped
I can barely breathe
Nothing escapes the black hole in my chest

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