1972

Anastasia Selby

Killing time
Murdering minutes
passing like slugs.
slow.

naturally born
inot everlasting
light too
bright
for my
eyes.

Lord I walk through the valley of death
Lord you are not mine
there is no one in
an answering machine.

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minutes p a s s e d
s l o w l y.

I waited in the
flourescent room
with yourself inside me
and walked to the doctor as she
came to get me
my throat tore up
can't see.
don't want to.

I gave it up into heaven
before it was allowed to see
life.

It was my choice
but should not
have been.

Lets go honey
catch a ride
fly away leave.

I wanted to leave
but he held me down
too hard and
forced himself into me
and left some memory
of who he was
I did not know.

Everyone I see
is already dead
or
waiting to live
my life is now and I am
going.

I will not use
your weakness
for my strength.

A story.

I met him in a house
with no windows.
His eyes were liars
his mouth moved too fast
and
I could not hear him.

It was black.

His teeth gleamed in the light of
nonexistence.
I wanted to run but my feet
hands body
continued to stand.

No movement.

When he grabbed me my
throat closed and no
scream came out.

I tried to run.

I was on the ground in a second.

His hands were like claws
breaking splinter bones in my
wrists.

I waited until it was over
and then I ran outside.

I was invisible.
and he was gone before I could catch his
scent.