November 10, 2005 - 1:57
I used to do it obsessively in middle school, but it was done with forceful intent. It seemed like the more often I did it, the more roughness it took to rouge.
Last night it was a simple grasp, release, in the mirror, and my cheeks blazed. Real scarlet.
Something is happening to my blood. In my chest too, the blotchiness is coming around where it's been dormant.
What if, as we aged, our vessels slowly surfaced, until we're turned inside out.