| Unresolved but Resolute She has eaten rocks and worms face down to the ground, crusty with the best of them.. besieged and afire with the burning sadness such memories bring. Always uncomfortable with the rusty metallic mouth, and the poison-sharp points of nails beheaded as they pierce through the cadaver-like calm, hammering like some demented darts, yet wavering and ever watchful so as not to pin innocent anyone's to the cross down too far... a sign ? yet resolute, driving, driven... as breathless, the wind whispers "all things shall pass". But they don't. The howling moment passes. The emotions and reasons, deadened and debilitated as ears deafen, and doors slam closed, only recede into the inner depths there greeted unsanctimoniously by the rest of it's vile unresolved population clamped in a resonating eternal vice-- in fear of their next insurrectionary resurrection. © Sarah Gallant 2001-2002 |