a countdown came creeping across the apartment as a viscous ticking clock with alarm set to toll & pitching elbows on the coffee table, I watched the hands with silver fingernails flip another card. she howled, "fuck!" & flung her arms in the air & right then I was thinking, something’s happening & right then thunder assaulted the house & our ears right when she won: it was godlike proclamation, the heave of heavy vibration, fuck, & thunder left windows rattling, left me dumbfounded & figuring that though the world’s not finished, that though chance of another bolt is low, I’ll admit defeat & make no objections… I’ll apologize for the failed repair of electrical codes the brain attempts to arrange into language the tongue can articulate... cos right now I’m stuttering, & stuck blaming a forecast. the five of cups fell: a sign of loss, regret, rejection & for all its grim predictions I thought, no way… no way… we only raised our voices twice, we only had one bedroom battle & yes, we spit bullets, spilt blood, broke bottles, lamps, the bathroom door but we’re past all that now, I’ve figured out how to apologize for everything; anything to keep it a quiet night, the light turned off, her fingernails smooth, silver ornaments, my shirt not stretched or torn/ripped, our bodies closely curled together, my hand in hers, held tight to heart. (previously titled "intermittent reinforcement" until revision. the original is here, if anyone cares: http://hipforums.com/forums/showpost.php?p=287195&postcount=36)
i love this piece full of avenues past and to discover.. let it fall, let it be learnt why..... or be for every seeking fighting for inner love...peace the world.... lovenpeace from saff
never a good sign when a tarot reader does something like this! i loved it, fulmah... your revision is right-on!
