unraveling the satellites.alice, alice:unraveling the satellites.
if you stay where you are, you might reach into the wombs of their fractured timepieces, dissemble the coils that keep the hours at bay.
alice, alice:
if you keep running, you might fall asleep in the
crook of the red queen's heavyhearted bass clef or between the cracks of new york sidewalks.
alice, alice:
if you keepkeep keep on, you might find that as their frenzied tempos swell and crash, those treble waves upon your orchestrated beaches, your ragdoll limbs will reenact your mannequin days.
they might tr
sky rocket syndrome.she found destiny hiding in a slow country,sky rocket syndrome.
counting to ten and holding its breath and getting places on the backs of elephants, sharing living space with the sun when it
picks out the eyelash horizons of someone else's
god. she shrunk into the margins of notebooks and wrote herself inside the confines of scribbled allegory, spread her roots among the jabberwocks and striped illusions. she fancied herself a baroque pearl,
misshapen but beautiful and slightly out of place,
knocking on doors without handles and carelessly exchang
small world stain."i was proudest of you."small world stain.
but only when i was opening myself up, slipping out of my seams, unbuttoning
my temporary skin to let your carrion body fester here beneath the pulsating organs, my flesh your sanctuary, temple.
you said prayers among the gristle of my humanity, the reminders of non-eternity. you clasped your hands around my bones, threaded your limbs into my dark places and swam in my puddles of blood thickerthanwater,
the way you never let me forget.
"and when you thought yourself most beautiful,"
on those sundays
sprawli wrote you on a sheet of paper. it was all sprawling nouns and disconnected adjectives,sprawl
insecure and dulled and once - (once was the last word,
after the once upon a time i thought i could fix you.)
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you are too tall and concave, as if, aware of your presence, you folded into yourself. you choose your words without care, razor sharp and no thought for subtlety.
i could cut you with those words, you know.
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i know how to hurt, i want to tell you. i could turn your word whips on you; snakes ar
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If I ever meet myself," said Zaphod, "I'll hit myself so hard I won't know what's hit me.
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you decide the taste of my art
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