Sunday, October 11, 2009

Trapped

He had wanted a kiss from her. "Anybody..." White voices. Voiceless. She's been listening. Impossible. Forgetting time. She's afraid she's gotten use to this inbetween, to the tightness of stasis, atuned to signs of life more than ever but unable to live, to lift up from the heaviness. She wished she had. "Anybody..."

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