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April 13/02-3:19pmApril
by JerApril Vaeni

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Don’t move, don’t even blink
The gun in your eyes is aimed at me

To hear you yell frustratedly at me
To hear your voice crackle hoarsely from effort
As you dared to speak to the simple-minded
Of extreme matters….

Reminded me of a lost child.

So you want me to shed my skin, my baggage, my clothing
(shhhh yes you do)
-all ‘finger-to-lips’esque-
you want me to wiggle and writhe from the confines of a past that is enveloped in cataclysmic flames
to deafen the world with my screams of reformation and rebirth
you want me to close my eyes and press my nakedness against your immutable truths…

and simply hope that the child born of this union could stand on it’s own two feet and conquer dissimilarity.

Well you know what, my dear Jeremy…

I will say this but once and that means one time only. I am a construct of words. A finished product that is the result of flickers of images and voices placed together in a random and… chaotic…. fashion that somehow manages to make sense.

One can change the way they act towards the past. But one cannot change the past and the fact that it did occur. One can refuse to allow the past to control the present or future. But one cannot ignore the past or it will eventually destroy them. Past equates to things learned. I have learned. That which I pull from my surgeon’s bag… are tools. They are me without being me. They are my mind without being my thoughts. My pain without being my heart. That much of me, at least, is open and ready.

I beg of you…

Let go the inconsequential.

Only then will there be room for me.

You lash out at me because you think I make life far too complicated. But I do not understand you because you ridiculously over-analyze things that are irrelevant.

This is reality Mr. Vaeni. Think for as long as you want to. I live.

And, for as long as I live, I will always offer you comfort and a place to hide from yourself. But flames cannot transform into ice. I can only promise you that the loyalty and devotion will be well worth the heat.

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Reviewed by Lisa Cannons 6/13/2002
APRIL!!!! Ok young lady...WTF is going on!!! *grin* email me woman!!!! Loved this reading the rest soon! L
Reviewed by Lori Moore 6/13/2002
Great write.
Reviewed by Sandie Angel 6/13/2002
Great write, April!

May Lu $*_*$ / Sandie Angel :o)
Reviewed by Sandie Angel 6/13/2002
Great write April =:)... you two sound like a great couple...

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