Monday 1/28/2013 12:02:00 AM

purple gods sweat impotent piss. shy flowers blossom by the virtue of their shit. small worlds in vast cages. the epiphany of language is a treason. every word is a jailer.

the darkness simmers. screeching kettles. left unattended. the darkness withers. discarded costumes. thick with molted skins.

arrogant doorways leading to empty rooms.

red dreams tell her. in a chaos of skin. in a hiss of of touch. the slender fingers of time manipulate the hour. negotiate with the heavens. stealing beginnings from too many ends.

the soft strangers that dent transmission. tender crayons drowning in the colors. blind artists trying to remember.


her skin is a song. that whispers loudly.


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