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| She Bleeds through the Pages |
Bury the Traces
of her in your back-
story. She was a dumb
girl (so you wrote) who never
got along with her-
self. She wandered
desperate streets barefoot,
eyes wide, marbled,
a zombie made of glass,
her mouth dripping
the remains of those
she had eaten alive.
Now bury her. Just
bury her in your back-
story and then edit her
out of your
book.
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Oh, man. Linda, I LOVE this. The language, the flow, the way you've played with the shape. Just amazing.
ReplyDeleteThanks, De! What fun to find these comments two years later. LOL! :-)
DeleteTerrific. I've been on the receiving end of this speech. When you get married at 39, you can't expect there to be no baggage. So real it almost hurts. Excellent.
ReplyDeleteThank you, Buddah! Baggage. We all have it, huh? :-D
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ReplyDelete^^^^What did you say and think better of, Mosky? No more sugary drinks for you before blogging.
Deletela la
Nothing,kid, I just double blogged the post. No regrets!
DeleteMy gosh, this is so vivid! A zombie made of glass, get out of town. I don't think she'll consent to stay buried. This is a gal who's going to turn up again and do some damage from beyond the edit.
ReplyDeleteThanks, Fireblossom!
DeleteI just found all these comments! They made my day! LOL! :-)
Perfect -- form, words, wisdom!
ReplyDeleteThank you, Nurit! :-)
DeleteWOWWWWZERS! Linda. This. Is. Fabulous!
ReplyDeleteThanks, Mel!
Delete(Repeating myself here, but I just found your comment in my "awaiting moderation" box.)