alexandre arnau

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2nd Trimester - Poem by alexandre arnau

soaked in her
hormonal rage
acid mouth and toxic
she screams white noise
and throws rooms
from the top
of the stairs
safe in the knowledge
she bears a hot burning

in the corner
i fold myself
into a frail origami
i do my time
guilty of nothing
except needing
to be wanted

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Poem Submitted: Saturday, May 28, 2005

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