Dear Diary 2

January 2, 2012
It’s that moment
the low-point
when there’s nothing left to do, but cry
and so I do.
Not tears, but emotion
seeping out of my skin like blood.
Sticky and dense it lingers in the air
so thick, it’s nearly tangible
and I can taste it, hot, on my tongue.
I then close my eyes
and peer in.
And it’s that moment
when I begin to write

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