Do you want me?

All I want to do sit on a corner and read.
Am I not good enough;
Thoughtful enough?
Important enough to be there.


I hesitate.  I am lost.                The winged creature did not stay
                                               He felt the need to fly.
                                               Is it the same?

Broken very sharp

Obsidian,                                my edges fracture, my life
                                              Tumbles red from blood
I rub the table; feel the texture of the wood.
Am I insane?

I remember the club.              Oh, you know the club
You are in or you are out.       Others know the club

Do I fit or am I not?

I leech out the words             Assemblages of my life
You do not know me            you do not know.



ne bottalico
~musing silence~۩
ladyo∞
May 22, 2012

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