Thursday 7/07/2011 12:55:00 AM

Drawing in the folds. Soft pencils trace the vacuum. Bits of wolf overcome the lamb. Need betrays us. In sobs and punches. Chokes of flesh measure. The distance between how and if.

Close drifts further away. The bridges collapse.

The persistence of mirrors all that remains. Every corner aware. As she studies the intrusion. Chasing the reflections of the strangers inside her. Long nightgowns heavy with sleeping despots.

the choice slips inside her. Bricks and saliva. Ripe with gravity.

The fall comes, but the free is gone.

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