a little bit of a resurrection
my life journal: cutmedown








parking lot


doors creaking shut in my veins,
i reveal too much.
i never knew how to keep my mouth shut.
someone walking across squeaky floorboards,
in the grey-pink flesh of my cerebellum.
you have forgotten me by tonite.
although your kiss still lingers o'er my lips.
i am sure you have forgotten me, twenty-four hours past,
almost on the dot.
filling these twenty-year-old days with falsities,
this is the quality of life i have adjusted to.
it's about forgetting & repressing.
he touched me in the right places,
made me drip,
like a long, white candle, wax melting silently in darkness.
oh, we were not silent or breathless,
close enough.


written on 2004-05-18 at 11:32 p.m.

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