Saturday, January 19, 2013


We scream at calm surfaces, hoping to shatter glass.
Desperately searching for arms to carry us through the pane.

We stomp the lucite surfaces, leaving deep wounds to obscure our view.
Hoping to change our perspective, to show you something real.

Dragging our nails across the blackboard.
Biting at the backs of your heels.
Screaming until our lungs bleed.

All to be seen.
All to be understand.
All to be known.

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