Serrated Edges

March 30, 2012
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By day, I am human.
I am serrated edges,
A partial portrait,
A disregarded form.
I am easily angered and far from socially apt.

By night, I am torment.
I am death,
I am seeping blood,
I am desecrated limbs and gorged flesh.
I am cries of pain
And fear in unknown eyes.

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