gasping for breath
the blank page stares back, daring me to go further.
paint yourself here, she entices:
a thousand imagined deaths decend if truth is exposed.
nimble fingers paralyzed.
maybe i'll face the deaths later.
paint yourself here, she entices:
a thousand imagined deaths decend if truth is exposed.
nimble fingers paralyzed.
maybe i'll face the deaths later.
posted by december at 9:27 AM
1 Comments:
Like a memory you tease us ... its good to know you are still out there in the ether.
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