10.words

scrawled 3.31.2005 by miss.abi | E-mail this post

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mouth
window
lampshade
speaker
murmur
dress
stranger
maroon
church
tire
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marooned on islands of fear
i spun tires in mental quicksand
light blocked out by lampshades of insecurity
until he arrived and
i took mass in the church of his mind
saw myself in the windows of his eyes
and found peace in murmured whispers from
mouths speaking languages stranger than fiction
til dressed only in the honesty of my skin
i was reborn in his religion