Weak 2006-06-13 4:05 p.m.


I gave in... to the pull and the rip and the heavy weight in my chest... I gave in to sleep... and fear... the child's game of holes and blocks.

You say you want this? Look closer... my face melts in the rain... my skin peels under pressure and beneath everything you think you see is a girl who can't sleep... breathe... think... talk... or walk... everything is automatic... everything is a front.

Today I proved I can go backwards....

You say you'd take it... anyway? Now, who is lying?

Relief came in the form of a voice... that sounded just as it should have. That was exactly how I knew it would be... strange isn't it... how the holes and the blocks just fit sometimes...


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