Sunday 5/14/2006 10:50:00 PM

The flush of reason as it fills my doubt with dread. Only my socks on and nothing else. Slightly lumpy stomach shyly rising and ebbing with my breath.

Sometimes when I'm undressed the eyes are there. Pins and needles over every inch. Drawing the colors of their stare in tattoos under my skin. While others I'm just a ghost they're seeing through.

Teasing the darkness with skin too pale. And fingers drunk on the touch of someone else's skin.

I know I'm here, but I don't know where here is.

Churning in this darkness until two tornadoes become one.


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