Scream
i dont believe you
when you're happy.
when you're nice i
suspect evil
plotting desires
of ambush;
havoc; destruction.
i am untouchable
camouflaged against
the night. it's hard
to distinguish my
fright from my pleasure,
i scream for both.
Copyright © Rachel Hart | Year Posted 2010
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