Tuesday, March 20, 2007


Noise from your mouth drifts into my airspace like shards of glass. I cannot find the words to tell you the truth. You like it like that, you and me alone with your face like a mirror forcing me to watch my own internal suffering. You exist in your selfish, cap-sized world locked in the basement un-evolved, yet judgmental of me. You smile The pain settles like fallout on my face, smudged and dirty, twisting in the wind. Aleathia Drehmer 2006

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