May 08, 2007 03:12
thin skin kid
like wet paper
up riverside ave.
face first into warm wind
everything passing right through her, a rattling through of alien things, drumtight translucent skin. heart sick.
were gonna sing about anxiety. mortal fear of the enemy in you. the enemies in you. the many many no-one no I in you.
loneliness.
tell her what? to wait. it comes back. it comes back. it will. it has to. it always does. and yeah, people are always warning you not to cross that line... cuz if you cross that line.. just like never mind.. don't you cross that line. but no one ever tells you what to do if you've already crossed that line. no one ever tells you what happens after the cataclysm.
heart away. but hands and hair and mouth and skin and brains brains brains. (checks hisself) yup, all still here. thats almost enough, having a body.