Saturday, December 25, 2010

Status.

Chewing.
Chewing through my own fat.
Through my lips and teeth and cheeks.
Sore and swollen, but I keep biting.
Itch I just can't scratch.
I'm cradling a deadly thing, touching it.
Watching it.
I've got a pocket full of nothingness
For once.
Nowhere to go
But up.
My restless tongue pushes through my mouth
As if getting out would help.

3 comments:

Phil Teller said...

"This too shall pass." I am reading and loving you.

Phil Teller said...

"This too shall pass." I am reading and loving you.

Gemini said...

i think i have caught up with all the posts of yours i've missed. now, you are going through something entirely different. thinking of you...gemini