Maggie Young

Richmond, Virginia

Marketing and Communications Specialist

www.magzillarva.wordpress.com Running through my veins A quickened pace of curiousity, wonderment,and Disease Whatever you may please What's the diagnosis doctor? Is it split personality, or is it the miserable human condition of birth? Mistakes, mess ups, unadulterated thoughts That lead to the seven deadly, all caught. Everyone's an ocean drowning, a flower wilting, A forest burning Their shrieks are exploding, clear and loud, But they'll feel better if they turn themselves into a cloud. words by Maggie some more... Ear opens Buds expands Mouth shuts Man demands Hush sounds Mute words Womb holds Then Happens Birth Goals planned Mice confess Heads nod All's a me