Fading
every momentary moment must be
momentarily fulfilled- indulgence
as self-penance as the only
way to go, the only route
(i know) all about the 24hr
show, nonstop flailing- pretending
i know the scene but failing-
my skin turns green & i'm
fading------ they are grading
on a curve.
Copyright © Rachel Hart | Year Posted 2009
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