Monday, September 15, 2008

more angst than necessary

I was snow white once
Like gossamer lace - 
The kind that trims the wedding gowns
I'll never afford.
e v a n g e l i c a l 

oh! what i mess i made. 
haphazardly forcing the shears 
no distinguishable patterns.
and then my clammy hands wadded up the fabric
i forced it into a malleable sphere. 
clenched and sticking to my moistened palm.
c o n t a i n a b l e

My fingers loosened. 
I relaxed my grip.
and it exploded. 

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