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This time the wolf did come

Poetry By: Viviana
Poetry



Thoughts that could not be bottled. They just came up, like word vomit.


Submitted:May 15, 2010    Reads: 34    Comments: 1    Likes: 0   


Crying sucks
I'm so incredibly frightened
The nose gets all snotty
I miss them
Salt gets in the mouth
I don't know where to go
Eyes are all bloodshot
I don't know what to do
Shaking of the stomach
I'm alone for the first time
The fits slow down
I can't stay here.
Salt dries on the skin
I'll be ok
A burst of tears festers
I'll be ok
They are swallowed away
I'll be ok
Destination is set
I'll be ok
I'll be ok
I'll be ok…




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