Secret Pop

May 1, 2003

Reflection. Refraction.

If you snuck up on me, you'd catch me writing song lyrics. Words to tunes that haven't been written. Choruses that will never be sung. I'm pretending to be strong today. I'm flexing these faint muscles and frightening away predators with my throaty growl. Certain beasts would trample me underfoot, and I won't have it. It is of the utmost importance to me to maintain my most ladylike posture. Especially in the face of adversity.

I can smell fear. It's a human, bedroomy smell.

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