2003-03-21
phrases ripped from walls
Today is thorny pale autumn roses edges blurred color and decay. Making lists of faces in my head the deep tissue cogs reverbing ticking tocking ticking stopping.
staring at the roses hard, furious until the switch in my head is jammed : STOP!
tick tick tick.....
grasping roses tight in sweaty hands and racing heart. thorns scraping gouging now scarlet drops mix with sweat and pale petals.
ouch.
sleeplessness speeds anxiousness.
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