Friday, November 14, 2008


There is a small hole in my arm
And I pull the bones out one by one
Until I am empty, my fingers limp and
Useless, I open my mouth to call for help
And my teeth crumble and fall from my mouth,
My head is a shapeless blob and now I know at last
That I am helpless, and you will never love me

©2008 Peggy Pendleton