Friday 9 September 2011

P.s


Judge me not for this! I am always vengeful and jealous. I feel like Kafka, EXHAUSTED AND MENTAL.

This is catharsis
This is a cage
I wrought the mesh myself
I bought a pocketful of snares
To face plant straight into
To tenderly share with you
Intruder, are you the pied piper
Of my semester of neglect?
My term of indifference?
I lurk and plot
To introduce you both
Don’t ask
I won’t tell
Have you met a friend of mine?
She’s the last you’ll see of me
It’s somewhat twisted
A little more constricted
Time to say goodbye,
She’ll be waiting
To scoop you atop her knee
Now there’s a face to benefit
From the sharp points of barbs 

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