Kevin's Watch

In the parts of my mind that hold the images and memories of the life I have never had the strength to earn, I touch what tender, happy moments I want to believe I deserve or feel I must, if I can, create within the quiet, tortured voices, following me, day and night, digging deep beneath my flesh, scraping up my spine, to remind me why I scream when I’m alone

i like it. stand alone or part of a larger?

>wood pounds his keyboards in jealousy<

sgtnull wrote:i like it. stand alone or part of a larger?

>wood pounds his keyboards in jealousy<

Stream of consciousness prose poem. That's all of it.