dirt night rush

no clue. just happened one day on a library computer.

punching holes in the sky with
bloody knuckles conditioning
old school elementary, my dear.
black widows under firewood
forgotten and angry, waiting in the dark.
winter and summer are the same
and i am forever in school and
september still makes my heart explode.
i hate being watched when
no one ever watches me
so i still feel the sting as my hooks
pull me under the rock that everyone
found me hiding beneath.
i am one with the mud and the stars
until morning, but the weeping willows
still budless and blank and dead
enforce the harsh reality
that i am alone with my thoughts.
this ugly world full of lovely people
is my private hell
damned by my own fear
i can hear it laughing.

Reviews

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... "i hate being watched when" ... "no one ever watches me" ... sheer genius ... oh ... and even i'd like to be one with the mud and the stars ... i want to hide underneath rocks too ... and i want to meet and interact with the magical isolation of these brutally poetic last lines ... that i can never ever forget ...

this ugly world full of lovely people
is my private hell
damned by my own fear
i can hear it laughing.

... you have a fascinating private hell ... and just for being the only one with such a grand piece of space ... a 100 again ... keep writing and keep sparkling ... you are amazing ... i'd really like to know which planet you're from ... :) ...