To Vomit the Undigestible

Sunday, March 05, 2006


I smile broadly as I hand you my knife, your hand fighting your mind as your own jaw tightens with the imagination and realization about the harm you were prepared to inflict.

'Shit , I can't cut a girl... I could... I mean, I would, but...'

I understand. You'd be broken, because that is symbolic of the barriers you support yourself on.


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