I want to pull my body up from my toes and over my head, so I am inside out. To hide eyes of self-deprecation and ears blasting with screams of lies and deception. I want to bury the foul stench of hypocrisy heaped high on plates of selfishness, which paralyzes from dishonesty as my skin crawls with sneaky spiders leaving every hair standing. To be small and inanimate, let me feel nothing, let my heart be hollow to never bleed. Like a bouncing ball, round and perfectly unnoticed, I want to roll away and hide. ©Linda Balboni 2007
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