Monday 5/08/2006 12:17:00 AM

Fold the words. Playing origami with pain. Crease the pauses until the paper breaks. Spilling all these words out. This burden finally lifted.

No one.

Sees.

Hears.

Makes the swan's wings flap. Tucking the tail. Featherless and vapid. Hungry belly quaking for its medicine. This lying syrup of the damned.

Morning knows who I am.

At night... all I can hope is it will let me forget again.

Capture the ashes. As the burning progresses.

Find the hole. Carry your threads. To knots uncaring.

So afraid to let myself live.

But this isn't dying.

It's so much worse.

Just words.

So many words that never happen.

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