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Breath In My Suffocation
Stained mauve under my inflamed, bloodshot eyes,
I welter in my sleepless, hopelessness.
Waitng and wanting the love that never makes it to my "To Do List."
A structured prim and proper life I do lead.
Not an impetuous bone in my inexorable body.
Stubborn to the soul, and conservative at heart.
Contentedly living my straight laced, white collar life.
(living, I don't know if I should call it that)
Black business suits and small pearls are my daily costume.
My hair pulled back tight,a deep coat of concealer and eyeliner, creates my mask.
I hide behind my palm pilot and black ink.
Signing my life away, each time I etch my name on the contracts before me.
(with all of my all night'ers and late night meetings)
Slowly slipping into an unhealthy trance.
Never, will my life be, rose petals, candles, silver and sand.
But countless nights of coffee, desks, florescent lights and paper cuts.
