From behind locked doors.
Can we disappear?
Tuesday, January 25, 2011
Nails and Chalkboards.
I can hear the familiar screeching of your nails across my heart.
Like nails across a chalkboard.
Scraping away, making me shudder.
your nails are scraping across the chalkboard.
they leave marks wherever they go.
and god, they make me shudder.
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