A/N: this is a poem I "wrote" from a collection of thoughts I jotted down during a poetry reading. It reminds me of Sam & Dean; it's also a way to post this note. Fanfic dot net hasn't been letting me post any SPN stories, or even edit any of my SPN stories for a few days. I don't know why. I'm going to start posting my SPN stories to my blog (the link is my "homepage" link on my FF homepage.) I have posted the sequel to my "Bobby & Wee-Sam" story already. Look for it under the "Supernatural" link at the top of my blog. I'm sorry for the inconvenience (and relative deception) I didn't know how else to let people know where to look for my SPN stories.
AGONY'S PIT
I rule agony's pit
Because you use words I don't want to understand
The presentation of self in everyday life
Thinking we should want to be what we don't want to be
Bruises won in a fight
Traitorous with concealment
From the interior part of being
Subjective grief
The truth of the sound
The personality of the work
We're lucky we have this language