strays in the pudding. mice and vinegar kisses. tickle their way down her throat. pebbles in the soup. chocolate and onions garnish her thighs. the feast is putrid. but her hunger is more powerful than her revulsion.
the parable assembles itself. with rusted screws and rotting wood. she follows it. sewing her stitches. obsessed with the knot at the end of the thread. so small. it often slips through. a long series of careless metaphors. her creation far more gap than bridge.
the expectation chews on her. molars and canines filthy with sweat and menstruation. chances fouled to the basest con. the fallacy of wholeness spoils each of the fragments. making each tiny piece even smaller somehow.
the raw thrust of humility as it sneaks inside her. a subtle rape. a trenchant violation. a crime without a name. a less than innocent victim.
Tuesday
8/02/2011 11:04:00 PM
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