like a scupture thrust to the ground

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Teen Poetry #7

like a scupture thrust to the ground

Lexy
Senior Member

since 2003-01-28

Posts 1038
California

0 posted 2004-09-21 09:49 PM

they sleep in solice now.

I'm twisted beyond recognition.
a phrase protruding from a shattered bone.
a word which slids weakly from my broken bottom lip.
from the pressure, from the resistance.
any hand which falls upon me,
reminds me of how you came along to own me.
the blue carpet. your laugh which didn't fit.
the figures that seemed strong, were blurred and far away from protecting.
and there stern voices could not break the air, could not break the air.
the same way your hand did, as it came to me.
I'm twisted beyond recognition, anyone who has seen me in this way,
would beg to say, I'm not human.
and when I cry it feels like I'm breathing in water.

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