the feel of the twist. shredding muscle/tissue.
the feel of the tapping. taptaptap. on the keys. with the keys. and bloodsoaked fingertips.
the feel of the endlessness. wrapping tape around limbs. and walking around eternity in shoes that might not be yours and that make your feet numb.
it is the least you can do.
feel pain. feel nothing. feel everything. but all at once. and all together. it is the least you can do.
every shooting star is you. falling. to death. or. back to earth.
back to what killed you.
but.
she is too busy cooking dinner.
Tuesday, August 19, 2008
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