Thursday 6/16/2011 12:46:00 AM

breath evolves the same as any organism is wont to do. need festers and boils. until from the muck the solution is distilled.

touch approaches. with an empty quiver and a broken bow. determined to kill anything not its own.

the farce is patient and infinitesimal. tiny dividers keep the moments apart. so that there is space for growth.

she scribbles her numbers down. as all observers must do. watching the path of the elevator for clues.

hollow walls. carelessly. shuffle the people inside them.

time's match catches on her dress. the flame is cruel and tender. as the burn consumes.

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