13 march

the kind of thing where you know you shouldn't peek but you want to know how bad it might be how terrible the pain how gruesome the look how awful the smell - as if the stab will be more slight for the cautiousness of the approach - the stickiness that binds us to our own undoing, temptation to witness the blooming of our own unhappiness into more bountiful array - the words and pictures and all the evidence that says: not yours, not now, not a backward glance -- pity the stuck-behind fools