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.
Nothing.
Everything.
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?
Tuesday
4/25/2006 10:06:00 PM
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