Poems from nar100@scarletmail.rutgers.edu
I feel it everyday,
I see it staring back at me;
My body wants to sway.
I've let it consume me like a disease that has no cure.
Why do I...
The birds, the birds.
They screech and claw at me
Birds pull and tear at my skin; the birds.
Have to make them stop, need them to stop....