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Give upClutching the wet pillow to my face,
nails digging in to the soft damp fabric,
body so frozen it's hard to move
without a push.
It's so simple why I'd push you all away;
I am not meant to love.
I shove back, knowing it has no use
This body is useless, fragile.
Give me one thing you think you know
about who I am or what I've done or
Can you force yourself to try,
knowing your answer most definately is wrong?
Tell me it's wrong to protect you from me
That you don't mind the clawing, kicking
and screaming at night when my mind
gets too personal, when my body burns
deep within me, far beneath the surface.
Red lightsThe red lights set a mood that makes you instantly feel welcome as you
enter the bar. I circle the bar and decide on a quiet niche to the right of the entrance, unoccupied by any of the other people here. I take my seat, the middle of three surprisingly comfortable, but unsparingly tacky couches. A single red light, encompassed in a black shade, allows the area within to be highlighted in hard red, interrupted only by a small tea candle to my left. From here, I am free to observe my surroundings without
Directly opposite the entrance, a blonde woman in black and an unkempt man are settling on barstools dead center in the m
Goodnight Enigmatic SongShe was the song you hear and, at first blush, don't like.
Well, you don't know how you feel about it so you keep listening in an attempt to discover how exactly you feel and then you reach the end of the song and you realize, you don't like it; you love it.
That was Grace.
She was my coworker and she was my friend.
We carpooled together, I drove and she slept most of the way.
"Don't get much sleep at night, do you?" I asked her, catching those drooping lids mid-descent.
She looked out the window streaked with rain; it spoke in percussive touches filling the car with quiet overcast conversation.
I felt the warmth of her smile in the corner of my eye. The blur of her hand reached at the window to feel the cold of the droplets.
"When I was a girl, I used to race these. I thought it was funny the fat ones always won," she giggled and I imagined her as a little girl in the passenger seat then, legs too short to reach so kicking, and hair messed in the bac
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