Wednesday 7/16/2014 11:56:00 PM

her soft words. her hard decisions. the temperamental flood that is reason. all salt and confession. in dull needles and inadequate medicines.

the obvious disease. the whisper of touch. struggles to focus. on objects much too close.

a verbose silence wonders under her breath. epiphany's dense suicides. come rapidly and random. expectations are paper. a microcosm of wrinkled graves.

time is a whore. sour pleasures festering in the remnants of sultry fever. more surrender than submission. if such a distinction can still be made.

her fingers scraping the fissure. all marrow and old bruises. making maps of brilliant scars.

the fickle cartography of flesh. where we go and by whom we are taken.

open doors. empty rooms.

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