Saturday, April 2, 2011

Shedding for the 17th

Take away from me
everything
that I have.
I am
through with the
sounds of
all
that has been
drowning.
And compassion
and chivalry
don't come into play
anymore.
Take away from me,
no one is keeping score.
And all that has been said
escapes
from the surface
of a skin
that needs to be
shed.
The bombardments
have frequented
infrequency.
I walk
lightly,
tasting sweet honey
through my
toes.

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