Saturday 12/10/2011 12:26:00 AM

she takes us apart in stutters of skin. spoiled by the terminal concept that is connection. folds in paper devils. cautiously map the treasure. buried too deep.

high on the velocity of indifference. she puts me back together. with a stab and a wink. sex like cellophane. hisses and cracks against the friction. of our stilted trust. muted. defiant. stubborn.

as ugly as she wants me to be. as beautiful as I've ever seen her.

foul panties. worn by the flood. say nothing. just breathe. their deaf songs. broken feet stumble the sun. tripping on their blindness. the sweet fruit of her lips. now rotten.

choices like scales. absorb the weight.

years like gravity. play the last of her threads.

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