Under the Knife

August 26, 2009

Picking off caked mud

Dried to my bended knees

Forcing life to my eyes

But all I want is death

Escaping under the fence

These boundaries carry me

So used to the solid ground

My feet are wary strangers

Eyes water my cracked face

Fills in wrinkles of abandonment

My hand bites the mouth that speaks

I'm dissected with no name