Rest These Weary Wearies.

Jul 31, 2009 00:39


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His breath smells like the slaughter as he exhales against me from above. I flex my rebellious arms at my side and wait for the big bang. There's a sting like a crumpling wound and it's begun again. I do my best to concentrate on the swirling colors of the ceiling instead of my own shame.

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mini_barr July 31 2009, 06:36:48 UTC
I can dig. This makes me not want to trip ever again. I like the shout out to the big bang and wish you could have experienced how my internal "reading voice" magically became you as I read "son of a bitch's." You're great. Truly, truly, truly.

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d15k0zach August 1 2009, 03:12:15 UTC
i AM a shout out. and thank you. :)

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