Echo...

by Jenna Balkin   Jul 6, 2011


The floor is hard,
I'm sinking into it,
sinking into it's depths,
into it's texture,
lapping up steel for emotion.

Your words mean nothing,
a blur of wilderness,
and my words are not my own.
They are an echo of empty thoughts that fill your mind.

This is what I am.

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