The Concrete Hurts
quick fast heavy sadness
like run by me fast to slap my face
and not even turn around to see
I've fallen,
knocked the wind clean out of me
sadness
airy light floating
goes to solid thick weighty
concrete
embedded in skin
grabbing at shreds
with bloodied palms
and torn knuckles
laughing snickering
sick and disgusting sounds
from your throat
mocking
pull me up grab me
running thoughts
that mesh together with falling thoughts
gasping groping hoping
not defeated
no not quite
still an mmm mood
but a different mmm mood
like your hand slams heavy against my mouth
kinda mmm
instead of a soft murmur
that was so real only moments ago
and now a pin prick
against slick syrup black
good things should last longer than this
and you shouldn't always be the one
to ruin them for me
but then again
I should never have let you be in that position
with that power
my fault
mmmmm
the concrete hurts
By heyachristina
© 2008 heyachristina
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