Dismantle, Repair

Dismantle. Repair 10.19.09




"Dismantle the Pumpkin"

Dismantle me.
Dismantle the pumpkin.
Mine?
Yours?
Theirs?
All of them!

We've all eaten the apple,
Burnt the piano,
But it was you,
You who dismantled the pumpkin--
Torn it to shreads.

...torn it in two?

How lovingly ironic.

...you dismantled the pumpkin.
But it was I who built it up.
It was I who created it.



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...I just can't understand why I need this pumpkin.

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No, you know what? The sudden smashing of the only pumpkin I've ever known is/was a fate SO much better than the slow, agonizing shredding that would have otherwise taken place. That's my final decision.

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I feel so suffocated, like my body's stuck in the fight or flight response mode, with no possible way to stop it. I need to get out, but I'm too stuck to move.