Sunday 5/06/2012 01:04:00 AM

yellow. the outside curdles. the monsters under her skin. the vultures. her choices. like obituaries. too late. the world in simple villains. Heroes not withstanding. the soil choked with footprints. Places to go.

the window. the fever of the glass. as it ignites. seldom notes. scribbled in ink. the clever math of prophets as the future gracelessly repeats. the comforting madness that is touch as it drowns in our scabs

red like sirens. too loud to know. sweet like the apple that means to poison.

Life is just like dying. Only messier.

Her feeble sketches. Pretending to learn. And still failing each quiz. Her numbers infatuated with gravity. That a force so weak controls everything.

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