she must rinse

Nov 09, 2004 19:10

she stole his vocal cords
seperated them from his throat the second she spoke for him
she stapled his eyes shut
and tied his hands behind his back

i am wearing sarah's ring on my finger. i didn't see my andrea today. i wrote and read. i drew and taught and learned. i spoke and listened and felt and am still feeling. i saw the look on your face today. you are empty now. and strangely enough, for the first time, i feel whole. you've hung yourself.

tomorrow night is mr. brewer high. studs on stage, lovely voices and laughter. all of my favorite things.

she is scared to breathe

all i ask is that you try.
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