She said she had never heard of roses; she had thorns stuck to her spine. We would walk in circles through the garden here, looking for one to see; but all she had to know was this stinging in the back. And she wouldn't scream from lack of blood; white shirts came off white and clean. No, its not a look that takes down towers; not a smile that destroys a bridge. There's nothing to scream so much as to whine. She would pick through daffodils and dandelions, and sometimes she's holding cauliflower, looking for a thorn. No such flower as the one that brings you so much trouble love; and don't you know when its gone you'll have this tiny scar as meaningless as this prick that won't get off your back even if you can't believe he still exists. -e. _______________________________________________ Five7Five mailing list [EMAIL PROTECTED] http://www.pairlist.net/mailman/listinfo/five7five
