Tuesday, August 25, 2009

S P I T .

I spit
my fate
into a 
strangers mouth;
gulping away
sanity

Beneath
eruptions,
I lay 
naked
in contempt
My gums bleed
Erosion, at last

The deafness
of betrayal
so loud;
It bursts 
Into muteness
And,
I succumb

Fiction spits, 
yet again
I feel liquid
My waters broken
blood leaks
then dries...

Becoming 
The stain on reality;


Love is stillborn