fragments of need. in cuts and swallows. the lurch of bones under heavy skin. still moves me closer. the throb of muscle under her clothes. exposes much more than it conceals.
the atom. the goat. the faint tug of gravity as the atmosphere approaches. she's like a drizzle. gentle and barely there. a victim of herself. she's a blizzard. as blind as it is mad.
she takes confessions. drops of blood in her underwear. stains in her bed to lay upon. pretend to choose what is left to be had.
the apple. the sweet poison. of seeds yet to be planted.
Sunday
6/19/2011 12:55:00 AM
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