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Saturday, June 23, 2012

Fumbling Until

One side step away from completely stunned brushing up against that window hoping if I push just a little harder the placenta will burst and I can finally pulse back in time. My heart never understands why we can't just go and when it sits there and stares defiantly at me gasping like a lousy fucking fish what can I do but pull the raw edges of the gash until the corners tear, grab the biggest sharpest salt crystals and grind them in deep grimacing with satisfaction as a pain I can control cuts me clean through.

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