Vulnerability
Sweet apocalyptic frailty
seeps from weary sighs
Punctuated words we love
or love-words we despise
Body-rocking self-hatred
that drags us from the light
Idealism, perfection
thieves that rape us in the night
Car wrecks and too much sex
things that make us feel
taint of success, abject failure
things that make us real
Copyright © Erica Lewis | Year Posted 2009
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