Yellow Fluffy Socks
I rise before you turn an eye Preparing for my monthly torture I await you in darkness, my home Today is my turn, I beg for tomorrow I’m blinded by light, grabbed round my throat Flung on my brethren before I can speak Where all picked up roughly, carried to a new word Falling to a cold ceramic ground We lie in cold sweat, we hear the water The daily ritual when coming of age The raining stops, a body immerges My time is apon me, I hear my call A hand reaches for me, I’m ripped in two Half of my body falls limp to the floor He’s thrust’s he’s stinking flesh into my body Repeating the process to my other half Once again we are surrounded by darkness Were constantly pushed against out mother ground A lifetime slips by, I notice but nothing I’m born again to the terrors of mankind..ahh.. An ode to a pair of socks i found on my bedroom floor this morning... enjoy!! Written October 30th, 2001 © on Oct 30 2001 07:49 AM PST 0 • 10
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"I rise before you turn an eye..."