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the x-acto and I have always had a love hate relationship. her elegant beauty, sharp wit, and decisiveness have always intrigued me. i have always respected her, now more so than ever. we had not danced in a long time. friday night we danced. danced with percission and grace.
as the evening grew late, our dancing became less precise and more dangerous. i was holding her tight when she slipped. in slow motion i watched and knew disaster was eminent and unstoppable.
she slid through layers of tissue without slowing. it must have been the bone that stopped the forward motion. i felt nothing. the color red flowed from my finger and on to the floor. she also lay on the floor at my feet.
our dance was over. we had been using each other, and this was the price i had to pay. now i return to my true love, the sharpie.
Posted by griff at June 29, 2002 01:16 AM