Monday, May 02, 2011


The chipped grey polish of my fingers
The skin slowly stripping beneath the nail bed

Cracking lips from constant tonguing and procrastination
Mild rose hued blemishes faintly dot my jawline

The dull ache of a jaw clenched too long
The dry grit following every blink

Constant wandering mind that cannot, will not settle
Feline scratches from finger to elbow, a constant reminder

The three point saviour of a class
The shocking truth of these circumstances

Missing sleep, and calm and comfort
Most of all, missing me

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