Sunday 2/28/2010 12:42:00 AM

We waited for the lights to come on. Drinking and taking sleeping pills. Talking to each other in riddles. Making tea and pretending to go to sleep.

Watching the world surrender a snowflake at a time.

Calling the monsters by name. As all fables are given to point out the obvious.

All these poisons are too weak. The morning always finds me alive again. All these swords are too fragile. They break again the thrust of my skin. Leaving merely indents where the fatal wound should've been.

Selling stems to disenfranchised flwoer petals. Toiling dead gardens. For new approaches. To this extraordinary abysss.

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