S**tA Poem by LizA conversation (kind of) I had today.
My fingers
Drum
Drum Drum against my leg. I gnaw on my lip, Lick off the blood, Rinse, Lather, Repeat. My leg shakes, My whole body shakes. My eyes droop downwards, Like drops of water. My tangled hair swishes as I Shake away the fatigue. "You look like s**t." I stare over at the boy. Giggle, shrug. "S**t suits me, I think." © 2010 LizAuthor's Note
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