Author's Notes: Uuughh.....there is no shame in the world today....

Kenichi: What nonsense are you talking about now?

Author: *whips out picture of a 55 year old overweight man cosplaying in an Utena outfit*

Kenichi: Oh GOD! I'm loosing precious brain cells!!! *pours gasoline on eyes and then lights them on fire*

Author: Hey, wasn't that going a little bit overboard...?

Kenichi: *now blind* Fuck you.

Author: May I remind you that this is rated

Kenichi: I'm blindededededededed!!!!!!

Author: Alright, now you're just being stupid...

Kenichi: *in bondage*

Author: Ummm....and OOC.....

Kenichi: OOC??? I'LL GIVE YOU OOC!!! *Kenichi still in bondage outfit rips out author's still beating heart and eats it*

Author: *stitching up the hole in her chest* Heh, heh....enjoy poem #4 of Going to Zone......






Disclaimer: *Kenichi still in bondage* Yippee Kyay Motha @#$%er!!!








Travel Size




You're small
You're stuck behind my insides
Or now just a memory
That takes the form of a lump in my throat
Or a butterfly bouncing around my stomach
It's hard to breath

You're big
You're always right behind me
And I still have that little souvenir
That you left behind
It's so small
Your heart, that is
Made of silicon and iron
It fits snugly in my pocket

A part of you that's travel size








Author's Notes: The author's notes take up more space than the poem...T_T() Hey! R+R!!!