anger is beginning to run out and True Feelings are beginning to drip from my eyes.
they collect on my shirt where it then becomes a darker shade of blue than before.
the cold wetness begins to be felt on my chest.
it stings.
like acid it eats through my delicate flesh, beginning to drip on my ribcage.
slowly it rolls from the top in a clockwise direction down
Down
to the underneath.
the ball stretches from the once perfect shape into an oval figure-
almost like a tear.
slowly, then quickly- it falls.
it pierces the fragile, yet beating mass of pink muscles
almost effortlessly.
for some unknown reason, it feels good.
actually making it into my heart- for once-
True Feelings.
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Written December 7th, 2005
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