steel doors slam down. just beneath the skin.
sliding through the body, stopping: entering.exiting.movement.and.thought.
turn into stone. out of flesh. and back into dreams.
below. the monsters stare up with various bloodshot eyes. gaping mouths. gasping for air. or a glass of water.
the solid. the liquid. the gas.
these are what we are made of.
Wednesday, August 27, 2008
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