"radoactive" poems
Imagine what they would say
Mutilating myself
Two broken people
My broken mind,
My spirit
Not words.
Shade.
Spectral speculation
Vicious, cruel, malicious.
Projections so sharp.
Of gamma rays
Radoactive
Impersonal decay
Left with nausea and fatigue
Hoping.
It can go away.
Jun 23, 2010
Jun 23, 2010 at 9:20 PM UTC