if i were a colour i'd be a grey cobalt blue. a dusty, forgotten colour that somebody might trip over and say, "well i forgot that was there, silly me!"
i would be a fox with a pixie face, triangular and only beautiful if you stare at it long enough.
i would be a thunderstorm whistling through windows.
i would be the smoke of burning pine wood. it's dangerous, dear, polluting with a delicious beauty somewhere mixed in it so it makes you breathe, breathe it even when your lungs cry out.
i would be a cold touch of fingertips on his back, questioning, commanding, demanding.
silencing.
my hands smell like chlorine, and the last time i even thought about the pools was the last time i felt silenced.
Tuesday, July 14, 2009
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