distance

[simonsayssuckit]

flesh pulled tight in my throat
eyes wrinkled and dark
hands clipped and saddened
arthritic animals lay by my side
the things that you miss in so little time
where can i make up for the lost winds
i am running in the all the wrong directions
cool pink settles my stomach
February 14 2004 was a snow day
i wasnt here
i danced my dance
i feel at your mercy
you scorned me