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  • 07-01-2020 3:08am
    #1
    makeandcreate
    Registered Users, Registered Users 2 Posts: 451 ✭✭


    I watch you sleeping. Curled and comfortable, late January sun creeping through the heavy curtains.
    You seem to prefer them closed these days. TV drone and the flaccid softness of Penney’s blankets a stark contrast to the 6am to 10pm street vigilance of just 3 years ago -when every person & was car logged, every cat loathed.
    I know I was key to your dominance – I know wonder where am I responsible for your demise?
    Despite no one listening, I always knew I was writing a book. Not this one. This one troubles me as I don’t know where it is going. The little voice in my head told me - see life as a book – narrate it ; She appeared shortly after my Uncle Jim stuck his hands down my pants after a roast chicken dinner when I was 5 – she knew how to talk that **** back to me – to rationalise it, to separate what happened to my body to a totally different dialogue and it seemed to work. I liked the girl that lived in my head. I did not like me.


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  • #2
    DiscountJoyce
    Registered Users Posts: 9 ✭DiscountJoyce


    makeandcreate wrote: »
    I watch you sleeping. Curled and comfortable, late January sun creeping through the heavy curtains.
    You seem to prefer them closed these days. TV drone and the flaccid softness of Penney’s blankets a stark contrast to the 6am to 10pm street vigilance of just 3 years ago -when every person & was car logged, every cat loathed.
    I know I was key to your dominance – I know wonder where am I responsible for your demise?
    Despite no one listening, I always knew I was writing a book. Not this one. This one troubles me as I don’t know where it is going. The little voice in my head told me - see life as a book – narrate it ; She appeared shortly after my Uncle Jim stuck his hands down my pants after a roast chicken dinner when I was 5 – she knew how to talk that **** back to me – to rationalise it, to separate what happened to my body to a totally different dialogue and it seemed to work. I liked the girl that lived in my head. I did not like me.

    Flaccid softness is a bizarrely phallic description of a blanket.


  • #3
    ILoveYourVibes
    Registered Users, Registered Users 2 Posts: 15,202 ✭✭✭✭ILoveYourVibes


    DiscountJoyce wrote: »
    Flaccid softness is a bizarrely phallic description of a blanket.
    But...its more about the vigilance of the street!


  • #4
    Sheridan81
    Closed Accounts Posts: 1,429 ✭✭✭Sheridan81


    I watch you sleeping. Curled and comfortable,
    late January sun creeping
    through the heavy curtains.
    You seem to prefer them closed these days.

    TV drone and the flaccid softness
    of blankets a stark contrast
    to the 6 to 10 street vigilance
    of three years ago .When every car was logged.


    ^That's what I would do.

    The rest of your stuff; I'm not sure where it's going, why it jumps to child molestation so quickly, and it's not very eloquent.


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