Wednesday, March 6, 2013

The soundtrack to my verse:

True Love Waits - Radiohead

Success wraps her lips around the fork 
Life's plate is piled high.
She hasn't found a knife yet, just a fork to stab and gnaw at what she's given.
Soon, soon
Soon, she'll be as civilized as everyone else
Cutting her meat delicately, and precisely.
Until then, she's an animal.
~ a.

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