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'voices unheard' (challenge submission)

By christy

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february exhales, settles against the house where plain brown panneling muffles those sugar-sad notes, music others attribute to tempermental winds, groaning timber, cats stretching their lean throats for sexual play. the roses are blooming again, just as they always do at this time, when the house remembers her fleshwarm moments with unseasonal blushing. i imagine what it must have been like, her silver birdvoice living, her delicate strokes waking the canvas, the landscape squeezing itself into her eyes like eager children pressing to fit inside a photo. i imagine the mournful bellow from the earth's throat when her gifts trickled over chalky lines, no witness to her murder but these misunderstood walls. Written February 20th, 2002 © on Feb 20 2002 01:00 AM PST   0 • 10

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