My Skin is PaleA Poem by CéceI feel the tears and they come easy Down the slope of my cheek, into my mouth, and over my collarbone; my skin is pale. I cannot put thought to tears, one to the other, they scramble upon each other and overtake me; They overtake my stripped and fragile body, they overtake my tiny self. My heart beats within my ribs, only my heart and nothing else, what was desperation is now desolation, deathly, not swarming through my body, but pooling in my heart. A thousand armies, a thousand cougars, earthquakes and bombs, Taliban, tsunami, death, they could not move me, nothing matters. Lifelessness is all I know. I would move only if you gave me the stars. © 2010 CéceAuthor's Note
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