what it all means.
click of the tongue.
short snapping syllables-
chop, the chop.
the outward does not project true feeling.
i grate, i irritate
flashes of black emanate,
radiate- my unhealthy aura.
the inner repulsion, dissatisfaction of what is me.
morning dew that evaporates
light creeps, creeping
to blind, expose, destroy
and all is lost; i seek to discover yet again.
izzabelle/izzy/bel.