Friday, November 18, 2005

It's when the air
tastes like bile
and feels like rocks
in your lungs.
It's when your mattress
turns into
razor blades,
when lightning
from a clear sky.
That is a moment
of choice,
with the options
still unknown.

Copyright 2004.


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