Sunday 5/08/2011 12:42:00 AM

light whispers secrets as it navigates the shadows. the door presses on the void. straining to open against the pull of naught. she tries on her glances. one at a time. in bits of glitter and gravity. a broken spider's web tickled by a struggling gnat.

a hole in the wall. an eye behind the felt. puppets on the edge of their sticks. mouths open. no words to fill them.

just the glare. as the eclipse reaches its apex. and she sees again. the din of colors. as the moments manifest.

the crack. the sliver of skin. between choice and decision. the weight of refraction. distorting the glass. as she begins.

picking up the pieces.

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