Wednesday, October 20, 2004

Falling through a void.

Ending up in someone’s bedroom.

Egg whites pouring out of my skull.

Grasping at tail feathers, Grappling with teeth.

The sheets melting between my fingers.



Sneaking out.

Falling over myself.

My foot catching the other angry it could not keep up.

Into the open

Ready for plunder.

Drawing swords.

Singing in my hands.

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