Saturday, February 10, 2007
A fragment of ice melting between her lips and hot asphalt burning her feet: A polarised body. She is not able to stem the bitter nausea of unfulfilled potential from rising up in her throat and erupting in a word-filled silence. continues creating all these demons within herself; building roadblocks where there are none and burning bridges with an almost vitriolic intensity. And then the heat and then the pinprick of cold and then the quiet inside and then the astringent taste of the acknowledgment of failure. It’s as though she doesn’t want to succeed. This confusion cannot and will not be revealed, because it has "PRIVATE AND CONFIDENTIAL" stamped over it several times so it reads PPRRIIVVAATTEEAANNDCCONNFIIDDEENNTTIIAALL.- if you keep quiet, I'll keep quiet.
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