have you ever seen me fondly? reflecting upon times that should have found happiness but cheated and found dismay instead, i wonder just how i can whittle my way into your head and see me. passenger or prisoner? is there some sentiment weathered into your bones for me, or am i just a palling blight on the power of your name? what is this? hateful condemnation i see dripping from your lips, brandished in the name of 'love'. persecution or protection? sprouted from you and yet nothing. fuck you.

phoenix mckenna © Tue. 12 September, 2000

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