27 September, 2013

i woke up on a wrong morning on a wrong bed

& i watched it 
as it grabbed me
By my veins
by our hearts 
caressing thorns bounding arms
slithering down my breath
Chocking my attempts
of a naive escape
From a home i do not belong to
of imaginary others 
Everything that I don't ..
exhibitions
like a roadblock
To everything else
That is my home

an easy way out
every
Morning.. there is none.

.. so don't

by hearts 
By veins
as it grabbed me

& i watched it 

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