Tuesday 4/25/2006 10:06:00 PM

Beginners. So much refusal. To acknowledge the leaves have fallen.

Can they taste the truth that contaminates my blood. As steadily it multiplies. Surging in the darkness under my skin. A swarm of cockroaches inside these walls.



A cold, petroleum kiss. A ripped panties stare. With clenching vertebrae I devoured the pain in their every footstep.

I was only a beginner. And there are so many ways to climb. Or fall.

Learning. Like a pliers to my throat.

So this was my tuition?


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