Private Ward
By craig2
Purple lilacs perfume this clinical purity with a syruppy air, brown leather straps, prisoner in a white sea, silver bed pan ready for escape. Purple, brown, silver and white – pretenders to reality, clamps of life … and now the Oedipal jolt of electric love, riveting spinal fluid to its niche, infinite caps of white sea constrict anew as room. Written December 17th, 2001 © on Jan 10 2002 02:38 PM PST 18 • 0 • 1
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