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what i'm saying is: tick, tick, fucking tick. [Sep. 22nd, 2009|02:33 pm]
in media res
and still, this warrior-blood
in the veins. in the absence of options,
you must choose anyway.

i pick beauty; it's a weapon just the same.
the heart, once sharp, still severs
hands for the audacity
to try and touch--god forbid they cradle a thing.

this simultaneous shuttering
and opening. contract-- and release some shrapnel,
(here a mortar, there a shell)
and it's no wonder, no wonder you step so carefully.

palms over your ears to muffle the ringing.
it's too much and you can't
bear it, can't stand the thinking.

so leave me for the city; i will go
another way. trailing propaganda behind me,
just to be safe. to ensure i don't forget,

when you cut to the quick of it, whose side you're on,
the side you'll always take.
and just the same:

i will bear it, of course. i will think
the dangerous thoughts,
become a minefield-- i will tell everyone.
in the absence of options,

start a new war.

[User Picture]From: tangled_kisses
2009-09-22 09:41 pm (UTC)
i've missed your writing, i really like this. the only line i didn't 100% love was "palms over your ears to muffle the ringing." i just don't like "palms" maybe something like "fingers clawing over ears"...or something. i don't know, ha. i really do like this though :]
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[User Picture]From: shake_yr_fist
2009-09-22 10:12 pm (UTC)

i know what you mean about the 'palms' line.. i'm iffy about a lot of it, actually, but once i 'finish' something it just kind of goes up and languishes until such a day as i'm struck by new inspiration. which is usually never.

still. omg i wrote something, haha.
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[User Picture]From: tangled_kisses
2009-09-22 10:18 pm (UTC)
haha, yeah i do the same thing :p
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