By Becky Finnegan
My blood is like rust
in my veins
cold fusion forms on this carcass called a soul.
the sun always hurts my eyes, just knowing it shines on you.
At night I dream the
same old decoded digital dreams.
When I wake it's the something as it was the day before.
Sometimes I can still
hear you, maybe feel you.
Laugh you fucking bastard.
I still hear you many worlds away.
I still have knives in my back from all times you touched me & made me feel real, not like some broken machine you left to rust.
Here's your knife
plunge it in me & start cutting.
what amusement do you get from leaving your old lovers to rot at your feet like skeletons in a boarded up closet?
I move through the day a metal zombie.
to feel alive again &
for the sun to shine
design ©2001 by Cindy Rosenthal
Poem © 2001 by Becky Finnegan
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