Saturday, January 29, 2011

I have five minutes to write

I slid in between bars
contorting to fit
neatly in this space
but chaos;
matches in our eyes
toes coiled to the soul
climbing up my wall
kisses laced with lies
innumerable exit wounds
congregating in my mind,
chaos
doesn't fit neatly
and I have five minutes to write.

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