tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17704333.post-34315181427500957562008-06-16T00:33:00.004-04:002008-06-17T00:58:38.462-04:002008-06-17T00:58:38.462-04:00Stutters in SkinThe pig smiled. Bloody. Lacking cheeks. Laughed loud. Through crispy skin.
Feeble are the moments that insist on this life happening. Dead snakes sifting with poison. Wearing the fangs. Flaunting the footprints. In frozen eyes. Seeing. In thick ears tempted to hear. Fat tongues. Trying to say.
Everything.
Is strange.
Lies I wish to live. Sheets I cannot replace. Though they are stained. aphttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11933546638775487633noreply@blogger.com