a strange attempt

by epi

SBF seeks: writer interested in rewriting history. bring:
an eraser with the the ability to smudge away past aches or white
out (write out past mistakes) and maybe, also, ink so dark it’d
black out whatever might be left, see? sbf seeks: either someone
blind to beauty (what care would a blind man have for skin or
color, for soft lines and hungry curves?), or some soul so broken
that their eyes see shapes in fragmented form (giving truth to the
idea that eyes lie; forcing them to ignore a body’s curves and
lines long enough to begin to question the person’s jagged edges)
sbf seeks: herself. the herself lost in years of acceptance of lies
told by liars attempting to achieve a addition to a list or a name
on a book oblirating her ability to even look at herself. to even
be herself. know herself. lies that should’ve been ignored, but she
was blind then, as herself, an innocent holding a pen that only
wrote hope and she thought “this the way the world works, surely”
[that is, hopefully]. but she knew herself fragile so just in case
she said “i’ll find someone to take care of me, take me…” never
thinking that the places she would be taken would be places she
didn’t belong. see, she was where she was where she belonged where
she was. she was and now isn’t and her only salvation, i fear, is
in the was. sbf seeks: rewrite. but life is such that there is no
undo, so this sbf seeks…

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