seethingblue's Diaryland Diary

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frigidity

it is the smell of ice from your freezer,

and the hollow breathing sound of the freezer door being thrown open in haste,

and the feel of frozen dinners,

broccoli,

and ice trays

all shivering as one.

it is the way you walk past me,

oblivious,

and the way I leaned against the radiator as a young girl and burned the skin on my neck,

and the only thing about phonecalls that hurt and scare me,

it is you as I am skipping stones and constructing houses from playing cards,

the sound of your footsteps against me,

this tiny hollow.

12:11 - 02 April, 2003

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