16 Days of My Past

by Poet on the Piano   Dec 24, 2012


I gasped, now knowing all my life I had been on top of my own skyscraper yet not comprehending the clarity of life. The clarity that sticks to the bottom of your radio high-heels and rushes past your digestive system and hurries you to work while screams of wheels and necks of women are sticking out in road rage and makes you miss the metro and has your breath overturned like an upside down mind and.....more out-of-breath than any other moment.


* written 12/7/2012 as a freewrite.


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