Sunday, January 27, 2008

Light Bulb

Their voices sting my ears
Dry my mouth
Blur my vision.

The banter, the words
make my skin shift,
uncomfortably.

Ignore it,
look past it,
shut my ears to it.

I wish I could.

I turn off,
flip myself
like a switch.

I'll pop,
like a light bulb,
burnt out.

Crack!

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