more stuff 10-12-01   every slender sliver menacing seductive torture pressing against my chest gently scratching sweetly tracing ever pressing and never stopping through years of bone and flesh only relenting when they reach my center then they pull me beating bleeding screaming arresting attesting begging for those sweet black nightshades to come over me "keep pulling keep pulling" strongest physical weakest metaphysical and yet you take my blood from the stone you just keep pulling and maybe someday i'll finally get to walk through that door.   by forthelove