Oh Wendy...

Mar 01, 2014 02:18

Oh Wendy,
your spectral hands reaching
beyond the grave
beyond the decades
to squeeze from my withered soul
the strands of creativity.

Voice long dormant
fights to let loose the bonds,
to be freed from complacency
and to feel again the frantic urges of spirit.
01/31/2014 12:32am

Notes from the envelope on which this was written--

Concrete BLonde's Tomorrow, Wendy slipping past my mental portcullis for just the briefest of moments. When faced with the horrific news that she had contracted AIDS, Wendy committed suicide. SHe ends her life on her own terms and I found it both incredibly poignant yet pointless.
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