Saturday, August 15, 2009

INteRuPTed


I survived the first thought
again with the next
It bubbled up softly
and grabbed hold of my neck
I begged for a breath
a reason to breathe
It bubbled up softly
no space for relief
A jagged edge plight
not knowing what to do
You stole hopes of speech
as your words cut right through

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