loud.
letting sound rip through my chest.
rip through my soul.
hearts accelerating
head turning,
twirling.
catching glimpses of mid summer nights and pre-thunderstorm dreams.
lungs burning,
bursting.
under cool midnight air.
ears ringing
like the song of a thousand mocking birds.
escape.
release.
a runaway.
collapse.
i feel like screaming.
Wednesday, February 18, 2009
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