Sunday, September 11, 2011

I Like These Towers Better

I am safe. 

It is only in the morning. Every 9/11. I lose myself in a striking memory of that day and days following. I completely regress to an otherworldly scar inside myself where a different human being was terrified. Inside that memory, I shatter like the towers and stop existing. There is nothing for a few seconds. Always, I am alone when this commemorative terror strikes. It is not something I can capture for you.


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