grit

I can live on the edge of the surface
to protect myself from fraying

once frayed
I'll tell you everything
you never wanted to know

somehow I'll forget to yell
"stop me, before its too late"
and then I'll implicate
all humanity

accidentally

the freer my words make me
I become more inaccessable
in my openness

one day
I shall share myself
to such a degree
that I will become
completely indigestible
so I will walk anew
along a dark lonely path

superior to nothing
lurking in the shadows
truth rings out
entreating the shade
to expand

completely covering the light

truth is as dirty
as the rest of the grit
afixed to my fingernails
accumulates ceaselessly
for my life