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| Ophelia; Pathos |
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| Young; crouching
she gazed at the reflection of the dome light above her, she would make her body stay very very still so the water wouldn't ripple and she would stare at it for hours and hours until the water went cold. |
| Laying, still
in the dream layers where breath meets water and light falls away it's real, it's not it's a minor death an Ophelia premiere a settling of all somewhere new in the confessions of rising steam is somewhere she trusts no bitter daze no rolling heads spirit capsulized pulse upon pulse a viscous embrace no sound wasted nothing falling nothing breaking only silence.... shalome 2006 � |
| Where Breath meets Water |