sans peyote tea
living in the white space
Wednesday, November 26, 2008
little voice
Someday
the silence will engulf me
and I will beg them
to slice
me open
risk
facial paralysis
for the chance
to hear again;
the warm moan
against my cheek
as you come
dirty words
and the sting
of slapping flesh
my own
little voice
crying.
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