Katherine Byrd


Reality - Poem by Katherine Byrd

My hands abruptly shake
And it nauseates me to bloody sickness.
When will I never again have to wake?
To this interminable routine with such little thickness.


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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, March 6, 2012



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