September 22, 2007
By Danielle Pipkin, Ochelata, OK

A mind game of fear and pure hate. To the left, a feeling of loss. To the right, making that loss surreal.

Cranklocked, you can't tell the difference. You're afraid to lose your mind. So you drive yourself out.

A slash on each corner of your mouth to keep those words from getting stuck. The fists of fury tremble with the blood dripping from the blade of insanity.

The feet of walking life have been tied together. No sense of hope, for you are your own fear.

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