Sticks and Stones
Wanting to own a new body.
To grow a new face.
Wishing to go unrecognizable
and
descend into space.
Off and unknown.
Confusion is home,
breaking your bones
with the sticks and the stones.
Copyright © Johnny Scianna | Year Posted 2011
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