a diary of thought.
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i wouldn�t trade this slow journey into my soul for all of those brief dips into your pools soaking my lips in your martinis cutting down my heels on your sidewalks wearing my voice thin among the murderous notes of your subways. you pulled me in with invisible reigns i lived, sweat and tore my skin apart trying to make you breathe me through smoke stained fingers and ceilings through fear and hope and the slow unraveling of friends souls i watched you pull people down around me and when your towers fell i knew your power to destroy. i am ashamed to reflect on my damage done on your streets beneath your sheets as i looked for love by laying myself down on someone else's tracks wanting to be saved and embraced wanting to be murdered wanting to fade into the bodies of strangers you are the city that peeled the membrane from my child-body and pulled out this woman unmasked and arms wide open. i am floating on your memory now i can taste your streets on my tongue and the view from here makes you beautiful. |