it all will repeat 2/22/08

Twists and turns
a spinning cyclone.
A jumbled mess.
Quick,
find the pattern.
No I’m not too crazy to spot this alone,
the other half of me helped,
so throw me a bone.
We spittingly argued over which way in read it
upside down?
Or through the eyes on an outsider
and see nothing.
From a distance,
oh from afar?
I think I’ll still see this pattern with its taunting glare
standing out from the rest once it's been spotted
highlighted in red
blood red blotted.
Sick memories burnt into my arms
carved into my back
holding down my feet
to make me breathe in,
absorb,
the pattern's disturbing delight.

Raccoons try to disappear from it
but this one just cannot hide,
one stupid old raccoon
will stay until it dies.
Allowing this pattern to be imprinted on my skin,
I’ll hold real still,
for a quick thrill,
to see this "forever and ever"
again.