The past is a vast crack
That swallowed my mother
And spit me back
I looked over the edge of the crater
And I really missed her
Years later, looking back
I can only hate her
Between the need for nurturing
And the yearning to break free
Is a gigantic fault line
That starts with a tremor
And seismically ceases to let us keep to our beliefs
Take these heavy stones of the past off of me
Behavior modification is slavery
The past is a massive tidal wave
That carried my father out to sea
And came crashing down on me...
s.l. nichols
Autumn '06
2007-09-17
03:28:04
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