Growing Pains, I Think

 

skin too tight and need
to shed it or something.
world too small and need
to enlarge it or something.
life too confining and
need to enrich it or something.

i don't know what's wrong, ok?
i'm just this crabby bitch lately
with nothing but work and words in
her life and it doesn't seem to be
enough.

i want to reach out my hand, but
i'm afraid. i want to drive my
car head-on into oncoming traffic,
but i don't want to hurt anyone.


something's coming. can you feel
it, too?

denise

 

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