05/30/09
my eyes are the friction in my box of matches brain.
the mouths feeding my soul with the sadness in truth.
the reassurance that my therapist's opinion
is no more than a confirmation of my paranoia upon myself.
conclusive devices used in an abusive exploitation
of rewriting the faster unraveling story
where the alternative to acceptance,
true horror of pain is revealed.
-huey
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