black-bunny ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Sheild I can't wait to get back to my room, where it's warm, dark and moist. Like a cave, like the womb. Where are my defences? Where are my wings to close over me? Why did I let myself get exposed? I was coaxed out, surely. Gently, soothingly, murmurs of encouragement. Now I spend almost all my time feeling over exposed, again. Every move suspect. And if I throw on the armour now? Slam that door and I'll catch his fingers. How do I undo this? 2:35 a.m. - 2006-11-08 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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