Another of my responses to the issued challenge on ButchFemmeDance.com, I hope you like my initial try at a different style. It is the first time it has seemed to fit the words given.
self, racket, hours, code, two, evening, law, cope, loss
Having spent hours trying to cope within this code of honour, I rise from my chair and turn to stare through blank eyes into the darkness of the evening. My self chosen law that guides me, may it be through loss or love is not understood by all. To many, it is nothing but words, a gang’s creed, shouted in hushed voices behind closed doors, just another racket that causes fingers to plant firmly in ears. But for us, we two, who know the depth, the baring, the intensity, it is much more.