Thursday, June 3, 2010

Small Writings

Sachrine

He's candy store sticky sweet
rots my teeth, rots my teeth
but he melts on my tongue
sticks to my gums
'till my throat scratches numb

Fear of Heights

I fell from a pedestal
"well, is this it?"
on the ground, now
here I sit

getting to the top
takes a long time
knocks the wind out of you
that's the price of the climb

so don't place me up there
so haphazardly
just because you're tall, naturally
it doesn't mean a thing

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