She felt it in her throat,
a guttural longing
Tears waterfalled across the eyes,
pooled at the bottom lid
How did she get from there, to here?
Why did the images on TV compel
her to experience emotion she never
once knew, never once cared for
Now, she had gone soft,
from the scenes, the snipers,
the sexatics, the semi-vicious,
who shifted their frames
into her consciousness
Others’ pain was no longer removed
from her own; they filled her
with need because it was the only
feeling she now ached over, a
semi-vicious cycle of wanting,
of wanting more than she could find
Written: 8/23/06
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