Saturday 10/13/2012 12:51:00 AM

so there we were. when we were small. heavy with our picnic baskets. dwarfed by the path we took. lost in an empty forest. child. demon. angel. pet. the quality of surrender parallel to the depth of the wound.

terminal. the eternal paradox. that each moment is another death. thousands of graves to build one small life. the science. the surrender of skin. as it chokes on these hollow bones. the void. that animates all this darkness. giving names to every ghost.

counting. as if the hours know. pretending choices.

the simpler worlds of gods and strangers. wear the dolls faces in stabs and stones. stolen dresses try her on. but she isn't even close. gravity finally remembers. and she falls.

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