Wednesday 12/08/2010 12:49:00 AM

portions. slivers of skin. to fashion these tents. to feed feed the animal when my humanity weakens. we share ourselves with the dark. quivering templates to draw the monsters upon. ravenous beasts lacking claws.

the flesh parts. the red sea opens. the skeleton exposed. our exodus only just begun. the animals circle. they smell the meat. the machine coughs. it's beating heart stumbling on the math.

her eyes chase a shadow. as it sneaks between then and now. the cure comes disguised as the sickness. the vaccine too late for those infected. she traces the numbers with nervous fingers. eagerly chasing their stampede of errors.

blank blackboards speculate our lives. in a pendulum of numbers she cannot count.

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