Monday 9/07/2009 01:17:00 AM

The connection folds softly into the ether. The orbit. On distant bodies. Inherits the gravity of any incoming object.

It's heavy she says. Though there is very little in her fist.

I've heard her. In her sleep. Negotiating with the devil. Telling the wolf where her grandmother's bed is. Coming up on that house in the woods. With nothing to offer. Except empty baskets and dead things.

I tried on the disease and it fit so well. I wanted more of it.

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