*Name:

*Email:
Favorite: Note: If you're using a PDA and seeing this form, ignore it. It's a meager attempt to fake out automated SPAM.

Comments:


Memorandom

When I die, I hope that
you won't sneeze when your fingers grow numb, but worse things
Are sure to come. So again, I must admit
The turtle fell over 
dreary clad cube caresses made mild in thin blankets of down, temperate
and I need to be coddled. I am small and I am
not the only one here, but everybody else seems like they just walked
and began to skip, but tripped instead. Skinned knees are certainly
the result of kneeling for clandestine purposes for too long gone
theft of what is now 
then every once in a while I just blank out, you know? Remember the time
when you looked at me intensely?  I miss those days.
The smell of cut grass, the feel of linoleum, even the beautiful writing on
the wall could not reveal your true intentions. I wonder
what became of the white lab coat after the experiment? It didn't hold
up my expectations, my dopamine, nor my
hair just after a perm, when I walk around for days stinking like
sex— I feel dizzy and sit down. I tell myself:
"I will try to speak to you in a random way, so you listen to me likewise."
My ears rang. Eventually, muscle memory kicked it, and I stepped forward. 
-finished 4/10/2012 8:03:57 PM PST
<< Read Previous
Read Next >>



© acutecadaver.com   Contact us by email at: bodies@acutecadaver.com
We reserve publication rights for any written content entered on this site.
SPAM or dormant projects deleted at our discretion.

Bookmark and Share




Project name: The Way I Feel
*Name:

*Email:
Favorite: Note: If you're using a PDA and seeing this form, ignore it. It's a meager attempt to fake out automated SPAM.

Comments:





Formatting Options:
Don't worry, adjusting these settings
will NOT lead to permanent changes.
• Stanza break every
• Line indent:
Single indent size in spaces:
• Reveal style:
Custom indent size in spaces:
Add extra break before last line.