This white is devastating
it has eyelids that have never shut
a careless slam of the door
-- a documented smudge
like a husband's red collar
It wasn't even two days ago
you stood
and I sat
milking the words from each other
none of them
quite human
enough
It was with my arms belted
around you
holding my own hand
behind your back
--double security
double checked
[POST IT NOTE FOUND IN PURSE: DATED SEPTEMBER 9, 2012]
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Unfiltered, immature (but maturing) rants, poetry and (current) findings of the first leaf in my adult years: These are mainly stripped of my independent "self". They are projections of myself in the relationships with men, women, art and the earth that I created in an attempt to free myself from isolation, childhood terrors and hurt. I've created a new blog for present/future - much more art - individualized pain - and everyday questionings. #likehoneyburning.blogspot
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