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| two women @ Photographer Steve Patterson |
| from the mind inscribed before time in a dreamlike primeval existence before my life began, at your side, I loved you set before seeing, witnessing the violent play of creation rising jagged with twisting thorns ascending toward there wild and fierce the bloody storm from below, a churning pit of cold fire and coal dripping with pain torn from earth, cutting edges raging from a lawless horror, a terror untamed upon the earth spreading as a plague coming near with powerful fury, iterating screams reverberating with dysrhythm, the battering melody shattering the noise of silence in agony melding together, into a cyclone of spiraling shrill despair hopeless, the sound of an inky blackness, line upon line writing a writhing scroll, twisted with affliction, death and blood everywhere below the colorlessness of the sanctuary where I stood, immobile in the sight testifying, not forgotten, revealing some wordless cry of terror embedding beyond the throat, becoming chained in the belly burning my world, descending into the hallowed depths of my heart with no way to restrain it, its direction of attraction - toward me the knife came to cut please see me! I am here! I cried without sound - to you as you watched it climb up as you watched it climb up with some curious, strange fascination not seeing me, or disregarded, either way, outside your direction of attention as the rabid destruction erupted up the wall, and all I could do to escape the blade becoming broken, I turned away, pulling myself in ... only to be thown away thrown down, as a coarse grain into the only history I ever knew, and I know what you did, throwing me down to be ripped apart, for those who would destroy me why do you hate me - still you don't see me, you don't hear me, and you don't care try as I might to rewrite the story, I cannot forget the truth and some things can never be fixed |
| (C) Liorah Chanah Elishaba Tsabrah |
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