April 17, 2008
By Shalyse Swift, Bethlehem, PA

It builds up deep
Exploding throughout my torso
My throat starts to tingle
A warning sign of arrival
Whether it be tragedy or a mishap
A sweet dream or a beautiful nightmare
It must be released
But, it wears a mask
Hidden deep in the depths of my mind
Now ready to be shared
I take a deep breath
And let my imagination
Soar with reality
As the words bleed from my lips
My heart cries
I am happy
The broken pieces of confidentiality
Have again found a loophole
I am slick, happy,
Yet astray from fulfillment
Because my soul is vacant
Which causes for yet another illusion
For my surroundings
Call me Houdini

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