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Board Administrator Username: mjm Post Number: 4494 Registered: 11-1998 |
Honorable Mention Endnote danae I cannot say for what length of time it was that I was steeped, suspended in a salt brine of my own making, pallid as an embryo, weightless in the twilight of an earthen jar. Emerged now, slit-eyed in light of day, sorrow’s bewilderment extracted, I am firmer and deeply infused with cool anger for your perfidy. As we laid our plans with love’s mortar you vowed we two were one in all things. How was it that you slipped your fingers from mine, rising to seize in their stead that chill, cankered hand which strangles dream? Though my throat convulses in recall of you, whose tender mouth has charted each far-flung outpost of my being, though I cannot feel myself as whole, I no longer wish to follow you. If you should return, I might once more adore you. But you have taken far too much from me; long as I may live, never will I think of you as friend. |
