Writing makes me feel naked
Laying on some cold autopsy table
Not tastefully posed nude
Stark bare-assed naked
Exposed …. Like a five year old
Caught with her pants down
Behind the garage
Showing the little boy down the street
What his tomorrows have in store
I feel gutted
Steaming entrails trailing across
Empty screens
Making me believe they are words
And that they need to be written
Veins opened, squirting arterial blood
And creative concepts
Across intellectual ceilings
I die with every piece I write
My vital fluids draining down
Gutters of insecurity
My peers watched while the line
On the monitor flattened
Turning away
They say too bad
She could have been somebody
If she could just have
Found the words
honey,
i can never imagine you at a loss for words. you write excellently and eloquently. you want to feel exposed..go do what i did last weekend...but i will tell you this..i have a new appreciation for railroad tracks....woo hoo..
think i'll go for a drive!
love ya sweetie
krissy
Slaves who fled their masters were classified as insane. This term came from Dr. Samuel Cartwright who was an apologist for slavery in the pre-Civil War era. This release of my Anoka Time file is a look at slavery in the modern context of Minnesota N
Slaves who fled their masters were classified as insane. This term came from Dr. Samuel Cartwright who was an apologist for slavery in the pre-Civil War era. This release of my Anoka Time file is a look at slavery in the modern context of Minnesota N
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i can never imagine you at a loss for words. you write excellently and eloquently. you want to feel exposed..go do what i did last weekend...but i will tell you this..i have a new appreciation for railroad tracks....woo hoo..
think i'll go for a drive!
love ya sweetie
krissy
Scada
Josie