Sunday 4/04/2010 01:06:00 AM

I warned her it would be ugly. This journey back. To places we never really were. But she insisted on going. Because memory is a liar like that.

There are walls she warned. Keeping us from. These tragic heavens. There are angels she screamed. Guarding the doors. And breaking the windows. In the corridors of god.

He says I'm still too small. Embryo in the womb of dead things. Kicking. As if only walls keep us apart.

Bleeding because. It reinforces my humanity.

Telling my sad stories about the people I was. Before I lost her.

The girl lost between commas. In paragraphs too long.

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