Wednesday, April 20, 2011

10

"don't you know
that wretchedness isn't becoming?"
but wretchedness is all you know.
you are the breaking of day,
of bones, you feel the world's strongest hurt
in one moment. you drown in the heat
of your own saline tears,
the world's greatest irony.
it was your own sadness that pinched your flame.

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