Feb 12, 2009 12:07
Negative. (-)
Like a child who's just been told there is no Santa Clause, no God.
My imaginary friend vanishes from my body as if she was never real.
Was it ever real?
I imagine swolen skin.
Love, finally.
Oh how I wish it had been real.
She'd glow like the beads from the necklace that choked my throat.
Negative. (-)