. dateless .
first of ALL... i want to express how much i hate dateless poetry. the times i feel most suicidal are the times i find poems without dates because i'm such a stoner i couldn't tell you if i'd written something twenty minutes ago if it didn't have a date on it. ..::shakes head::..
fever; my tongue splits - poison sprays downward, makes mittens of the ice. pale, painted toe flips the switch, upside down fleshy wetness colliding.. a cotten kissed connect.
sadness supreme and *suporific*. tears turning to glass.. a shatter at your naked feet. hide me from the fingers that cut.. the hands that hurt. it's taking every muscle in my body to remain silent but how can i make it all as though he never existed. i don't want to feel this. it isn't what it seems. be sure to banish me from his dreams.