Monday 10/30/2006 11:54:00 PM

I watched. The silence stampeding. Faulty restraints betraying skin. I measured the distance between my toes and the edge of the bed. While the ceiling counted the few hairs left on the top of his head. As they fought each other for the follicles still open.

I checked my underwear for signs that I was new at it. Not knowing what to look for. The yellow lines turned to white and back again. I knew it was quite a ways to travel just to be used, but hurt had other designs.

There would never be a right time. So this one would have to suffice.

I took a mental inventory of things I had to lose.

This was all that was left.

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