Hungry Fish Poetry
A gallery of poetry
Monday, November 28, 2011
From Within
A gnawing little weasel
burrowing in my stomach.
Acid pumping and burning
past my fortifications
weakening my heart and mind.
Ragged termite tunnels wend
from here to there in my soul.
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