Tuesday 12/14/2010 12:26:00 AM

nervous scales. imagine the weight. of strangers. liars. and friends. the color of the ink. as it seeps through. in the failed equations of loose skins. she tries on the bones. but they poke through. holes that let the thieves in. nothing to steal. so much to take. empty boxes. still with the name tags attached. echoing flesh. limping on skeleton crutches.

the open zippers. little nicks in time. letting the numbers invade. explosive fractions of atoms tracing the outline. as her shadow crouches to pick up.

the pieces she's dropped.

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