The rift

Member since 2003 · Posted 12 Sep 2007 · 2 comments

The rift between her legs is rapid decline Her mind's a malnourished polecat Whiplash; convulsive, desperate eyes Realization is a cheap matinee Moans fall from her furious tongue Her body is an arching, rigid turnpike And all the while I'm across the world Hopping turnstile to turnstile Playing magic on myself While the trains come

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[8] INTRANSIT 12-Sep-07/2:13 PM Reply

Starting at line 3:

Whiplashed, convulsive, her eyes are
a cheap matinee
moans fall from her carpet tongue
She arches; a rigid turnpike

Playing magic on myself ? try tying it back to the polecat or the movie theatre.

Still I likes.

[9] deleted user 14-Sep-07/3:38 AM Reply

"relization is a cheap matinee." I like--good write.