[today]Sep 27th, 2008 3:40:21 am - Subscribe

words
that die on
my tongue,

once
sole respite,
cage me -

accuse me
of ignoring
the truth.

I don't
want these
words.

my head
echoes with
absence.

my head a
graveyard for
words unsaid -

unholiest peace.

-

words move in;
use up all
the sugar;

trash my
fragile state
of unthinking;

tear off the
wallpaper,
exposing cracks.

I kill words
on the doorstep,
pre-emptive.

my domain
is of silence
and bitterness.

no one knocks
on my door
anymore:

loneliest relief.

[I am]tired.