Dark Poetry Prose Poetry August 25, 2004 Dark Poetic Prose

08-25-04 wednesday 9:42pm

instead of cutting to the chase. the chase cut to you. and it took days. maybe weeks to recover. but you did. and now the purple is pink again. now you step into your skin and wear it. instead of it wearing you. now everthing that once was confusion makes sense. not the sense that you'd hoped of it, but oh well.

i'm easy like a screen door. i take in every gentle breeze. i swing. swing easily. no locks to keep me closed. even when not i still feel so open. so helplessly exposed.

yesterday had a grin that tomorrow couldn't stand. yesterday we were us. but now we're them.

i don't mind at all. don't know why i should. when everything i've ever been has always turned out just like this.

i could've been hurt, only i didn't let that happen. i could've been hurt, only i know better since.