Tuesday 12/17/2013 11:49:00 PM

yellow dreams spoil her sleep. the nauseous sun struggling against the pull of the atmosphere. she carves her pillows from the remains of the slope. the awkward math of letting go.

glib puppets puzzling with their strings. find their gods in knives and scissors.

her geometry is ripe. the curious angles of a woman flowing like medicine.

the arrogance of touch leads her on. the witheriing humility of flesh begs her to stop. a curious soldier. a heavy gun. a simple war. constantly complicated by death.

life comes to us in butterflies. and leaves us in bee stings.

a lingering infection. the cure for which remains unknown.

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