What's There To Kill? Poem by Melissa villafue
What's There To Kill?
But when it came right down to it
the skin of my wrist looked so white and defenseless
that i couldn't do it.
It was as if what i wanted to kill
wasent in that skin
or the thin blue pulse that jump under my thumb.
But somewhere else
deeper
more secret.
Somewhere where i couldn't reach at all.
Thursday, September 29, 2011
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