What was that, film noir?

by Thoughtless Consideration   Sep 3, 2008


Feeling like an appendix;
he's a bitter taste.
swallowed questions like a drug...
unreal whispers.
radiation poison pumping and pumping and pumping...

such a tiny muscle, such a pointless muscle.

the blades of grass were always too sharp,
heavy eyelids and such a frantic lullaby.
i swear these walls have never felt so padded.
not a scar. still a scar! not a scar?

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  • 15 years ago

    by Melissa

    There is something about this piece that was quite captivating... I just can't put my finger on it. Perhaps it was the random(ness), or just the nicely worded verses. I don't know, either way it was an interesting read. Thanks for sharing.

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