<< : 2003-08-22 :: 4:56 p.m. : >>
Underneath she was Dirt!

She wokeup, It's still too damn hot.

She sleep naked to the sheets, naked to peering eyes.

She knew today would be the absense of yoga, her rag was surely going to come soon.

She could feel it painfully signaling her from beneath her fleshy muscles. No salt today.

She talked to a friend whose tone was as unemotional as a dead cow.

She had always pleaded for her attention, but not now.

Suddenly red currents unleashed, and her

mood went into darker, vulneriable depths.

She overindulged, too much food, too much drink, to much pain.

Tragically carbon copy of other's greatness.

She found her talents disgusting, and her self pity was at an ultimate high.

Distaste, was on her lips and the warm wetness of heat was ravishing her body.

Uneloquent.

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