tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17704333.post-54731036432688909712008-06-17T00:59:00.004-04:002008-06-17T08:41:56.737-04:002008-06-17T08:41:56.737-04:00

Spiders on the porch. Darkness wakes the web. Laughing through her fear. Her embarrassment at having been born. In stages full and bright with she tries on the threat. Patient to let it consume her. Her eyes exploding with people. Parachutes of skin that navigate her fall. The bile of hope fouls her dress as her cloud wretches. She continues to climb. Noticing too late that the steps to the

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