Friday 1/07/2011 11:55:00 PM

hours wizened by the years. the desert of her grin solving for the dead. the dancing dolls wake up the stage. a bright blush of humility pushes the dirt into her eyes. devious numbers. attempt to cheat the equation. thick brushes. caked with paint. devouring the shadows these dark corners create.

what monsters she wonders might be hiding under her skin. what futures fester in the pus of her infections. spoiling in the depths of her sickness. the covet of the numbers as she discovers zero again.

no places. only theories. boxes. filled with experiments. the missing. the lost. the obvious. dead things scratching to get out.

empty boxes. too heavy to lift.

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