![Your hunger resurgeslike a storm cloud sick of holding its breath.
Feelings stream forwardin wet stripesafter so much time behindstacked distance,the kind of gap that hardensinto some soft thingtoo choppy to fly through.
My skin wrings itself outto dispose of the old,old ache.[8-27-11 12:45 am]](http://27.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_ls8g41Zgh61qzaxxbo1_500.jpg)
Your hunger resurges
like a storm cloud sick
of holding its breath.
Feelings stream forward
in wet stripes
after so much time behind
stacked distance,
the kind of gap that hardens
into some soft thing
too choppy to fly through.
My skin wrings itself out
to dispose of the old,
old ache.
[8-27-11 12:45 am]
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