The longer I lie here, listening to my still functioning electronic innards, the more afraid I grow of detonating after all this time. I don’t share your gods, but I pray I shall die a silent death.
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tickled pink
i cry my name from the bottom of a tibetan bowl. i wind my shawl closer round my neck & i close my fly for fear i might take flight at the first sign of fear. i ask her, What’s up with you – you seem down, and she does not answer because she’s mad …
