beautiful

2005-06-12 12:23 p.m.

we are at dinner, the phone cradled to his ear in explanations to that new woman regarding why he cannot be there

awkward and staring at the table, i try my ears at being deaf to his intentions, but he doesn't mention me in all this madness, he tells me he sees no need to discuss this

with other people (a cover up)

and if you want to know how i feel, its chiseled, as though sleeping i was dug free from my skin and muscles, and woke to someone carving sculptures in my bones, trying to force my hand in becoming an immortal.

rewind | fast forward