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It was here, near the ticket counter that I first noticed her. She stood there, an older woman with powdery hair, dressed in threadbare garments that looked as though they were draped over her slight figure to make her seem more significant. She held a large basket that she reached into as if it were bottomless, filled with scraps of paper to the brim, some crumpled, some cleanly folded, there were papers in business envelopes with typed out addresses, some on floral stationary, and some on l...

Today I feel as though the silence, apart from the sound from the air vents,is deafening me... I feel that if someone were to say a single word to me, My heartbeat would come to a grinding halt from the shock. All the while There are black ants in every crevice. Lurking around the paper clips,and assembling in droves amongst the scattered paper pilings... Perhaps they're calculating the syllables that will bring my demise. I don't know If I'd mind much. The dull lights overhead look on, Voyeu...

It was here, near the ticket counter that I first noticed her. She stood there, an older woman with powdery hair, dressed in threadbare garments that looked as though they were draped over her slight figure to make her seem more significant. She held a large basket that she reached into as if it were bottomless, filled with scraps of paper to the brim, some crumpled, some cleanly folded, there were papers in business envelopes with typed out addresses, some on floral stationary, and some on l...

My skin rejects the poison that my tongue invites So I wear moth wings to cover the welts on my torso. Kneading my pelt with cracked fingertips I am awaiting the snap of my spine, Hurling another vertebrae to the sky, And yesterday they fed me through rice paper straws Telling me that I may have to illustrate my death. A pen with no ink… This is the blind mire where my sanity runs thin, Unlike the graphite in my veins Telling of women who rinse in tureens, And throw their children into the fo...

My belly is full of shadows tall and slim, a lurking presence under the skin. I take comfort in the puppetry on my torso walls from nimble fingers lacing hunger within my abdomen, with one hand on my heart and one on my stomach. When the night looms I feel uncertain. His form is seeping slowly through the pale skin on my sides as he widens the gape and void within. My steady hand wanders while my shadow rests forcing me awake. With a glance at the aftermath I shout the lipids into to the mirr...