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April 12/02-6:26pmApril
by JerApril Vaeni

Wednesday, June 12, 2002

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"Oh, Jeremy.

Love, April"

I wrote. This is what you wanted. There is my profound declaration to you. Oh Jeremy. Better than telling you that today the single-most prominent thought in my mind was "Burn Ophelia." That I couldn't get the picture of a tall, lanky Tori-Amos-like Goddess standing in a barren field out of my head. And that I wanted nothing more than to walk to her like a silent worshipper... kneel... and set the hem of her thin, wispy dress on fire with a single flick of my lighter. What is my obsession with fire lately?


My obsession with you. My obsession with you?

Baby, this is my unveiling
and only for you.
They've entrapped me
in a crack in the wall.
Holding all but my attention,
chained to you
-unshakeable-.
One day I think I'll grow up...
be a big girl...
and undermine them all.

I dream of a white rabbit jumping through my head. Claws digging into my brain with each spring. Leaving behind enormous gashes and unhealing wounds. In this dream I pick up the bunny and pet its furry head. Scratch it's ears. And break its neck.

Of course you know who the bunny is.

And of course you know what I do next.

Burn it.

I remember that night when it rained real hard and he warned me that I shouldn't drive. Walked by me in the nude then turned red and laughed. It broke my heart.

And then I remember the night, last night I think, when I fell asleep to sounds of similar rain and NPR drifting from my radio at the foot of my bed -- and I thought of his ugly mouth, black and gaping, and of the words he often used to rape me. The life that I would pour into these complicated sojourns only to find the reciprocation was little more than a faint smile and a cold demand that I step into the background.

And then I remember you.

Oh Jeremy.

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Reviewed by Josephine Bohen 6/13/2002
Raw and compelling, good to the last word
Josie
Reviewed by Amor Sabor 6/13/2002
Awesome write!!!
Reviewed by Amor Sabor 6/12/2002
Awesome write April! I love it =:)

Daniela
Reviewed by Sandie Angel 6/12/2002
Interesting write!

May Lu $*_*$ / Sandie Angel :o)
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