Thorns
All up and down my sides
In my neck
Drawing tiny little beads of blood
Swiping at the blood
My hand comes away green
And covered in tiny little
Thorns
And I feel my DNA
Twisting
And untwisting
Until they take on a new shape
Not my shape
And once again
I swat the thorns
That are up and down my sides
Jun 4, 2012
Jun 4, 2012 at 7:47 PM UTC
Thorns
All up and down my sides
In my neck
Drawing tiny little beads of blood
Swiping at the blood
My hand comes away green
And covered in tiny little
Thorns
And I feel my DNA
Twisting
And untwisting
Until they take on a new shape
Not my shape
And once again
I swat the thorns
That are up and down my sides
