PrehistoryA Poem by Jason Henrythe author's getting waaay too comfortable. this was something he wrote for himself.i only write to you when in need. but i'm literally out of ideas here. i have exhausted this topic to the brink of madness and then i wet my big toe and vow to never dive in. there's really not much else, is there? no reason to even speak or to know or to flirt or to touch or to kiss or to feign ignorance. the past's meteoric fall is why. so what will we call the time before we were history? for i've wrapped you in myelin sheath; mummified and crystallized in a subconscious sarcophagus. never to be unraveled and never to be discovered. yet here you are and there you were: meddling in my meditation. i cant believe i'm still upset. so what will we call the time before we were history? because we were never anything, were we. the venom is dissolving my teeth and my tongue is choking my throat and my breath is the toilet water of that blessed, blessed ion in ale. but why would i scream at that which i held so dear? i don't understand. along with the reptilian brain, an unsolved mystery. was it love? of course. is it love? it's run its course. i'm so sorry katherine, what will we call the time before we were history? and why have i made it so important all these years?
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1 Review Added on September 16, 2013 Last Updated on September 16, 2013 Tags: love, phobia, philia, breakup, resentment AuthorJason HenrySomewherelse, JamaicaAbout"Some moments are nice, some are nicer, some are even worth writing about." - Charles Bukowski, War All The Time more..Writing
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