Thursday 7/25/2013 12:13:00 AM

the game plays her. a series of orbits. crippled as the crooked center. is. the surgeon cuts. the clown stumbles. the patient sickens. the infection heals. the pencil scratches. shitting its images all over the page. we die in fractions. for the amusement of neutered gods and familiar strangers.

this narrow stairway. steep with vague utopias. kisses gravity with open lips. everything  falls envetually. everything is weighed down with emptineess.

simple traps.

the choices carve their path. she crawls inside her monsters. grateful for the warmth.

her shame the needle. her disease the thread. gravity her prison. falling the only exit.

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