hello stranger.

My brain is in a mess.


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All we need is a trigger
Something to make it all real.
A chance to put that gun
At someone’s head, to hear the truth.

The throb in my solar plexus
rushes as I do this.
The adrenaline, it’s insane.
Dark truths, deeper gashes.

How is it that these moments,
filled with pain and anguish
make me feel so alive?
Run, rabbit, run.

Run, rabbit, run.



Written by priya.balraju

March 21, 2010 at 3:31 pm

Posted in Poetry

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