Wednesday 12/29/2010 12:12:00 AM

the world ends in weak chokes. as it began. infantile and helpless. hungry for a milk that's soured. flirting with the ink. as the veins stumble into the abyss. confident in the futility of the flame.

she wakes up small. little pins stuck in great big cushions. missing bones turning the years to mud. a thick soup of skin. constantly simmering, but always cold. all of her monsters old friends.

She counts the snowflakes. as the sky vomits white. she strains to dig her tunnel out. as the world begins to end. heavy shovels scrape the ground. numb fingers grab at the wind.

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