Dark Poetry Prose Poetry September 8, 2005 Dark Poetic Prose

9-08-05 thursday 10:44pm

scratches - red and soft. like little clay lumps torn from the heart. shape them with shaking hands and pray those defects won't be too much.

draw the map with a nauseous mind and fingers numb. you are here. that's where you are. then, now and always. no need to hunt. just be.

skin - too tight. a straitjacket. can't move. can't touch anyone.

alone is an asylum. in both the positive and the negative sense. day by day cycling between refuge and confinement.

scratches - on the surface. and below.

superficial wounds excite the fear in. but deal little pain.

scratches - sore and bright. primitive tattoos depicting what darkness hides beneath.