03.10.09
Oh, these strange, quiet nights
When I am so full of hunger
For another soul to be
Just to be, nothing more
Just a soul with light to shed
On these strange, dark nights.
03.12.09
There is an earthquake in my stomach. I listen to its tremulous gurgles, my head curled down close, my knees in my dirty hair. It could be anything, damn it. A sip of water, a bite of fruit. It seems I'm just waiting to be preyed upon.
It seems the sun has fallen ill as well, casting weak, peach-colored hues in the middle of the day. I feel deserted, ugly, afraid, alone. The only sound I hear is the earthquake inside me.
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