Dark Poetry Prose Poetry December 23, 2004 Dark Poetic Prose

9:57pm thursday 12-23-04

your bruises are your hardest parts. weakness in you seems so strong.

your wounds are open. so inviting. to crawl inside that opening and flood your insides with my infection.

is nothing true for longer than it serves us? is no affection worthy of once it begins to want instead of only give?

being served your life like breakfast. half a grapefruit and a spoon. close your eyes. open your mouth. beware the acid.

it tastes so sour, but it's good for you. in every meal. in every aspect.

but it's not wrong to crave. to want. what's bad for you. since it tends to make you feel so good.

what good's a life that's never in danger. so consumed will morality.

what good's a life that never risks. whatever good you find in it. how much can it mean if you're not willing to test it.

how sure can you be that it's really as good as you believe it is.

your tomorrow's will find you. just like they've always done. it's a domino effect. the first day engaged all that are yet to come. you don't have to do anything. just sit and watch them fall. one reaction leading to the next. you don't have to do anything. but it wouldn't hurt if you did.

you don't have to live at all and your life will still happen. but you can.