Don't talk
Don'ttalkdonttalkdonttalk
Why not
fierce don't talk
I said
How could I
say
that which was so strange
so awful
and angry
He was nude and free
then he put his hands on me
donttalkdonttalkdonttalk
and that was all me
don't I said
and that stopped something
but something did not stop
donttalkdonttalkdonttalk
did somewhere die in me too?
donttalkdonttalkdonttalk
just breath.
Why not
fierce don't talk
I said
How could I
say
that which was so strange
so awful
and angry
He was nude and free
then he put his hands on me
donttalkdonttalkdonttalk
and that was all me
don't I said
and that stopped something
but something did not stop
donttalkdonttalkdonttalk
did somewhere die in me too?
donttalkdonttalkdonttalk
just breath.
posted by Echo at 12:06 PM
4 Comments:
just breathe. indeed. that can be the most beautiful form of communication oh so often.
Still doing interesting stuff I see :)
Had a read of your back posts too, as it's been a long time since I visited :)
Hope life is treating you well, and no doubt i'll pop back in the future. I hope you are still writing...
Always breathe through an orgasm.
:)
you have a lifetime of pain painted out in blue words.
\m/
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