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The battle begins in the dark. With a stabbing inhale you rip me open. Tear me from sleep--heart pounding,      we wrestle in a distant corner of the bed.              Wake no one,                                 say nothing;                                               it's not his problem. I know every trick in your book: the immobilizing grip, poisoned gut wrenching fear, the way you force my eyes open, pushing back fitful dreams.                                                                      Yes, I know your tricks, but knowing hasn't helped me yet. I can drown you with a bottle in the night,                but your back before the dawn, gnawing my insides. Should I starve you of sleep,                your joint locks force and turn the choice against me. After so long the war has become intimate--familiar and rhythmic--                                                                                   our private, frenzied dance                              ragged breath and fevered steps memorized                              culminate in a flawless performance. In this state I begin to imagine that I wanted it this way. What would my life be without so practiced, so relentless a partner?
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Mar 5, 2014
Mar 5, 2014 at 2:13 PM UTC
A Violent Dance
The battle begins in the dark. With a stabbing inhale you rip me open. Tear me from sleep--heart pounding,      we wrestle in a distant corner of the bed.              Wake no one,                                 say nothing;                                               it's not his problem. I know every trick in your book: the immobilizing grip, poisoned gut wrenching fear, the way you force my eyes open, pushing back fitful dreams.                                                                      Yes, I know your tricks, but knowing hasn't helped me yet. I can drown you with a bottle in the night,                but your back before the dawn, gnawing my insides. Should I starve you of sleep,                your joint locks force and turn the choice against me. After so long the war has become intimate--familiar and rhythmic--                                                                                   our private, frenzied dance                              ragged breath and fevered steps memorized                              culminate in a flawless performance. In this state I begin to imagine that I wanted it this way. What would my life be without so practiced, so relentless a partner?
"Won't it be dull when we rid ourselves of all these demons haunting us to keep us company." -"War on Drugs" Barenaked Ladies, Steven Page, Ed Robertson
beth-ivy
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Mar 5, 2014
Mar 5, 2014 at 2:13 PM UTC
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