something cold
tightens in my stomach and
squeezes me dry and wet
as i slither in your laugh
that cracks in the air, like fireworks.
sometimes i look
into your eyes and feel myself
in a stranger’s hollow soul
i get up, try to do something
with my hands
fumbling in your slanted grin.
sometimes, i lean against the
cool façade of your lies
and feel like throwing up.
but always, always
i know you are somewhere
looking at me-
and i drop everything
inside of me.
A contest entry
- upside down by the chase.
900 points, ended December 17, 2008, 7 entries
Gold trophy winner
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Comments
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shit! i agree with divebar. you need more comments. ill be watching you. you can thank divebar for spamming you out.
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deserved the gold, but how the hell do you win a contest without getting a single comment? i call foul! im appointing myself your personal commenter.
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