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July 14, 2005

Sensation of Frustration

Lids become heavy, eyes sear red in disclosed frustration.
Temples throb in tympanic beats,
left, left, right, RIGHT, left, LEFT, left.
Jaw tightens and clenches, the teeth creak
under the strain, grinding upon themselves unhealthily.
Mouth sealed, tasting the bitter acrid acid of humiliation.

Written by me on 3/31/2003, rescue from livejournal

Posted by Ravennacht at July 14, 2005 04:24 AM Posted to Prose and Poetry