I can hear the voices sometimes.
Maurice, in his strong silky tone, like a warm blanket over my body.
Brian, in his gentle loving voice, holding me together, trying to shelter me.
Brian standing tall, an axe in his hand, his whole body shaking, making his glasses dance in the lowlight.
Maurice laughing, shouting how all the world is a stage and we are but the players
Brian whipsering how he loved me afraid unable to touch
Maurice caressing me, telling how he needed me
Imdrowning in them
Hang in there.
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ReplyDeleteNo one came. I... I can''t promise anything, can't say anything, can't /do/ anything.
It's sad, it's sad and crazy and wrong, but nobody can save you but yourself sometimes.
Though if you ever need the company... There's always more stories for me to tell.
Hang on, Rachel. I could try to come visit, if you want company. I know all too well what it is right now to miss the ones you love.
ReplyDeleteI never thought I'd be right about Lies and Vaudeville.
ReplyDeleteI got nothing.
I'm sorry you're drowning. I wish you all the best.
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