365 Days of Poetry: Day Two-Hundred and Thirteen

From the prompt at WtF for 7/30/13.

It is not a fine.
place to be.
sometimes.
the inside of me.
when all builds up.
and wants to explode.
no one knows.
no one knows.

I say eat shit.
and hang it all.
when I feel this full.
when I feel this small.
the rage.
it needs a place to go.
no one knows.
no one knows.

misread dreams.
and unkept ties.
they bind.
they bind.
the evil tide.
will eat me alive.
no one knows.
no one knows.

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About June Faramore

Writer of fantasy, mainstream, and young adult fiction. Poet and sketcher. Mother. I read a lot and love cheese. Guitar playing singer-songwriter. I also enjoy stepping on the cracks in the sidewalk. View all posts by June Faramore

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