By Indigo_831@yahoo.com Date: 22 July 2000
mute as
the silent spawn
within me
holding on for dearest creation
a mutated mutation
of my 20,000 nations
riding along
hearts thumping a song
mute, yet
manipulating every meal,
exaggerating how i feel,
reaching
through my stomach
past my heart
up,up,out
of my mind and
eyes
trying to pry open
my lips
but this pain
won't be translated to words
so i bare you...
in mute silence.
-DomoniqueMonet