Tuesday, November 17, 2009

Liz johnson

Every color swirling around
Like a rainbow tossed into a hurricane
I still keep the same face
Zealous eyes to match the smile
Attempting to change the past, I
Baptized myself in my bathtub
Every sin removed only briefly, because
The truth is they’re always
Hanging, dangling from the hairs on my skin

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