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She stares at me,
but I choose the walls:
The cold, featureless walls
that expect nothing
and can take nothing.
Maybe just a little skin
from my knuckles.
Nothing that I need
or that I can't retrieve.
...
I am learning a craft
that everything is part of:
Indecency, lust and bruises
Allies, enemies and alcohol
Music, literature and madness.
It is all essential
to the process.
As is everything else.
but I choose the walls:
The cold, featureless walls
that expect nothing
and can take nothing.
Maybe just a little skin
from my knuckles.
Nothing that I need
or that I can't retrieve.
...
I am learning a craft
that everything is part of:
Indecency, lust and bruises
Allies, enemies and alcohol
Music, literature and madness.
It is all essential
to the process.
As is everything else.
Published 22nd Sep 2009
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23rd Sep 2009 00:26am
23rd Sep 2009 12:36pm
Excellent! Almost as if to shun everything but your own self. Not in a selfish matter, more to protect the world. I love it. Taking your emotions out on inanimate objects (the walls), as if to hide your disturbances from the 'she'.
Anonymous
23rd Sep 2009 9:04pm
this one is fully loaded, compact in the true sense of the word n exquisitely suggestive!
