Monday, July 12, 2010

Substance.

Your storm wasn't in a teacup,
I kept it inside of me. 
Even now, I always have the hiccups.

I took three pills to help me sleep but
I woke with fractured bones.
Next time I'll know to take four.

On the sunnniest days I lay naked
beneath a window, covered in sunlight from head to toe.
It feels like I'm outside when I'm really inside.

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