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Call me black ice —
when you see me,
call me the place you skid.
Call me shadow’s fragrance,
named for the way
a bad night stings you raw for days.
Call me water on granite,
wearing you down over time.
Think of me as a sink full of bones
and greasy teacups.
When you come up for air,
slimed in old blood
and rotting greens, I’ll be
your horror.
Call me the technology
of ultimate sleep.
Make me
responsible for
the deaths of Herculaneum
and Pompeii,
finger me for the one who guided
the sulfur rain
and even flow of
death’s mud
over Vesuvius’ flanks.
No matter
what you call me,
I will look back at you
and say:
yes,
I am that,
I am the thing
I am labeled.
You’ll shine
more
that way.
Dark Matter 
July 24th, 2003 at 6:31 am
Re: thank you
i do that all the time. some of my best stuff has come from writing on the lj. i don’t normally comment on other peoples work unless it stands out (for a moment i thought it was sort of a response to my bringer/bearer piece). it’s a very powerful piece.
j.
July 24th, 2003 at 6:28 am
thank you
I’m trying this thing where I’m simply writing in the update field, then editing as needed…an attempt to try and bring some new energy to my work.
glad you like it.
July 24th, 2003 at 6:16 am
that was an amazing piece.
j.