� Posed to endure � 2006-06-15 � 4:03 p.m. �

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~It wasn't my surface most defiled...
Head at your feet, fool to your crown, fist on my plate and I swallowed it down.
Enmity gauged, united by fear... I tried to endure what I could not forgive.~

I'm rattled by what I didn't expect... but sudden need... need I can't quantify... or explain.

A need I don't share with anyone. It's only mine.

I feel 16 again... with a bloody nose and a bruised back.

I feel his foot prints on my skin... ten years too late and it sort of makes sense this time...

I guess it was the beatings that made me wise...

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