you hadn't had much of freedom or of its opposites you
belonged somewhere else other than sleeping on places and
spaces that you'd borrowed and forgotten you
were trying but it was never quite enough you were
hoping then and hopeful you were knowing at least half the
battle and bringing it back out and on back to
wards you at the start and the fin
ish your alpha (fe)male and o
mega of plan and your great unreaching grasp it was the
anthem we could never have forgotten how could we we
were so young then and it was all so much new
er than knowing and
known half the time and a few hours of
sleep before work in a stranger's bed you'd
wanted the madness and you'd found it you'd
pursued pleasure so long you finally
caught up to it and now it was all
over but you-- you--
you lived on
not letting it destroy you as it might you, you'd
clawed against the grain for
so long now that you had beauty there
under your
fingernails
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This choppy style was hard for me to read, but I sure liked the ending. Normally I think of the stuff under my nails as the opposite of beautiful, but you've enchanted it with new mesning. =P
it's more an oral thing than a visual-- if you can read/imagine it out loud, the choppiness makes more sense.
and thanks. :)
great stuff
esp like the last four lines, theyre killer
The last lines are magical, but I also like the part about catching up to pleasure.
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