June 22, 2006

Talking to Who?

She talked to a fractured mirror in hushed syllables. She confessed how murky waters made her scream and how sometimes lips weren't always lips. Rather they were floodgates. It explained that she looked tired and that the fishes didn't mind the murky waters. It soothed that floodgates did their best and not to mind the mirage.

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