Tonight

Tonight I achewomansad

My guts like quicksand

Sucking and barely bubbling

Pulling me into myself

 

My skin so sensitive

The breeze from the fan

Scatters me

Impossible to gather

 

I regret

My wasted worry

Even mercurial moments

When I did not let myself be

~ by April on January 4, 2013.

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