:: Idle Neurosis ::
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:: Wednesday, April 09, 2003 ::
One day they hold you in the
Palms of their hands, gentle, as if you
Were the last raw egg in the world. Then
They tighten up. Just a little. The
First squeeze is nice. A quick hug.
Soft into your defenselessness. A little
More. The hurt begins. Wrench out a
Smile that slides around the fear. When the
Air disappears.
Your mind pops, exploding fiercely, briefly,
Like the head of a kitchen match. Shattered.
It is your juice
That runs down their legs. Staining their shoes.
When the earth rights itself again,
And taste tries to return the to the tongue,
Your body has slammed shut. Forever.
No keys exist.
-maya angelou-excerpt from "Men"
stellar lady:: naughti 12:13 PM [+] ::
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