seeing as though i am a woman mr cellophane would require a sex change. a “banshee a female spirit who wails to warn of impending death”
i broke it down above here it goes:
i can break it down
no cap because i wanted to convey the lower case… or lowly nature of my existence. two invisibles, two people yet the invisible bounces back to me as if the words were not accepted by the other. My flesh disintegrating was an analogy used to explain how I felt in this person’s company…. not gone at once in a poof but slowly dissolving as our relationship was. when it was gone the person i once was to them was now a ghost but in reality i am not dead so i was still affected by their eyes that would go right through me, as if i was not there. All the things that i had once said that were praised and thought to be so valuable were now met with anger and irritation and eventually silence. then i wrap it up to bring us back to me still being invisible to that person but still with no answer why :)
and i’m spent…brevity is so much cooler :)
namaste
barbee
thanks for your review :)
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