sometimes

by Aki

Posted to Action Poetry on 2002-09-10 21:40:00

it’s too late, to look back, in a crooked rear view mirror, that reflects images, with tears, to highlight my eyes, that drip in incessant trails, cut into my cheeks, with a meat clever, i hold behind my own back, trying to hide from it, as it crawls into my flesh, and pulls with a great force, i can feel myself shudder, at the thought of it, the way your mouth, would pout, whenever i did something, that you considered beneath me, placing my acrophobic body, upon a pedestal, that towered over babel, to increase the mind state, that makes me unable, my limbs flinching, with humming bird speed, to look you in the eye, and know, you’re all i have now, holding me in shackles, that pinched into the honey almond of me, turning it red with pain, as i screamed into the darkness, with no one to answer me back, only a cruel laugh, that slapped at me, drawing more hurt, to leave me, or vice versa, as i lay limp, in the middle of the highway, waiting for a truth, that’ll come in rubber and screech, as the tires halt, and i roll…