Monday, December 13, 2010

in this heart



Give me a razor and I will show you my pain.

Sunday, December 12, 2010

Exhaust Fumes.


I found a letter,
From your lover in the glove box
And I carved the words - onto your arm
As my heart beat languid with the exhaust fumes
And my eyes turned black.

I turned inside, fell against the door.
Fell down and cried.
My heart beating with exhausted fumes.