Another day in Wintry Skuttungne, A real baboons's wedding with snow flakes coming down and the sun burning my face. A big thanks for all your encouragement. Feel free to pass my address along. Keep the comments coming!
A Purge Desired
I have the urge
To brush my teeth
With a razor blade
Scraping away
Harsh words
Violently uttered
Inconsequent tales
Quietly muttered
An instinctive sad voice
Gradually
Into submission
Battered
I have the urge
To scour my back
With razor wire
Slowly shedding
Every unrealistic expectation
That settled like invisible barnacles
Its weight
Making peaceful sleep
Impossible
My overactive mind
The worst
Crucible
I have the urge
To slowly walk through
A raging fire
Urging its cleansing heat
To purge
Constant pain
Finding instead
My souls´ happy imprint
Venturing outside
Space and time
Discovering
Self acceptance
Kind
By Simone Beatrice Naik Noemdoe, 14 September 2010
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