Thursday, November 8, 2007
Rag Doll
Imagine...
A broken rag doll,
With a button popping out and
its head hanging on thread.
That's me.
My body is weak,
my emotions brittle,
threatening to shatter with a touch.
my throat dry and scratchy.
Right now...
I feel strained,
Two people pulling me at each end,
Like a rope being lengthened
Stretched into ridiculous patterns.
'Til one day,
I just snap.
And you're left with...
With two different people.
Love,
Bi.
Blogged
@ 8:29 AM
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