October 19, 2010
My skin is hard ice.
In a frozen life.
Hope, Hate, love —
They all shatter against my steeled skin.

I may as well be gone.

Cracks in my armor
Have sealed up indefinitely.
I no longer feel anything
Or care.

If a tide should sweep me up in a merciless toil,
Desert me.

If heat should lay its coiled and sizzling fingertips at my icy nape,
Incinerate me.

I don't care.

I can't care.

I won't.

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kmarie14 said...
Nov. 5, 2010 at 10:55 pm

makes me thinnk....

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