March 11, 2004

I’d follow you drowning,
counting sand grains like the stars.
Lack of stars leads to dangerous, cancerous nightmares.
leukemia and paranoia will soon follow.
Touching me will only bring lashes and blood from you.
your words are nothing against my knives and bloodless emotions.
Run your mind, not your hands.
think your actions, love. your mind will work.
Want some oil with that?
She looked over her shoulder and saw nothing but the same
dark shadow following her like usuall.
She kept walking.
It followed, a hand stretched out in anticipation of a pause.
She wanted to be pushed.

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