3.7.2005
poem

i put your hand into my chest
and let you poke around
i didn't think it would hurt,
i didn't think it would matter
we were just playing doctor
like kids with no intentions
only imagination and time

but you scratched my tissue
and you ripped my organs
you pulled on veins and
you slid through me like an
invasive drug
up and down and in between,
inside-out,

outside in


2005

Posted at 9:20:13 pm by TheKaren

 

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