Saturday, November 13, 2010

blame

grease seeping from under my fingernails
oozing out from beneath my skin
short, ragged, steaming breath
grey, grainy tears
dark strands swaying between my teeth

blackening me
oily ugliness
guilt
lies
twisted sickness

fake, friendly smiles
groping affectionately
gripping tight
easing across the taint

until pure again

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