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"Grey Overdose"
Sparkles maybe sprites of some kind dance along a pale frame that echoes with each step and fizz. Plates made of steel and glass fall too slowly to the ground as a wave of hair pushes away from the face it hides, water spiraling off the edges of the jaw and thick of the lips. Lines caress under both eyes like imprints and indents made by fingers running down loose cheeks, black drools off long bottom lashes painting the worn skin grey and black. Smoking bits of ash still rest in the hair while tremoring hands fondle cold handles of the faucet, lips opening just a bit to release gaps of stale air out onto the glass. The ripples inside the curtains that drape the spying windows makes the body shiver from the flesh to toe.
Palms pressed air tight on the mirror, so hard the bones in the already thin arms snap in tension, so hard the skin around the fingers is pulled back to knuckles red blooming quicker than steam can collect. There's a conductor slipping out the right ear. That conductor leans it's weight against the flaps of skin that dangle and branch away. Wouldn't the wound like some worn wine to wind down the whining itching in the wounds? Chills made of numbness fill like blood in the hands, the skin now properly in place but the pain still lurching around each marrow, crevas in the bed. Peeking through open windows of brown eyes, it's thundering in the brain matter mushing and steaming like squash. The body bends with weights made of tongues dripping saliva around the sides and ribs, outreaching to the ache of the heart.
The body was black and blue on the bottom of the floor, riddled with bites from those spiders and bats. Marks that mark the mark of each marker in the room, dribbling, dripping, drowning down dirty dense dark. Turned off both those lights so the pupils enlarge to a nut size filling up the door made of white. It's almost too purple to drink as the teeth are yanked, kept a little too safe under silk pillows. Forming an unorderly request to roll up those sleeves unable to weigh anything out, the ears can't wait until Summer where everything is cleaner and not so white so red doesn't stain as bad. The body curls up around itself like a beetle or bug with a light shined down upon it as it was just waking.
Infinite madness strewn like wires across each corner and wall, the eyes shut against grains of plastic glue the scarred fingers wrapping around conversations made of youth. Twilight casting shadows parading reflections that cut deeply into the shoulders and iron fencing. Blasting dead skin from the newborn skin underneath lets the body slowly rise from the cold metal ground, getting attention the heart never listened to the bottom of the pit cracking with clouds and mist. Immitation meant to be like admiration, breaking moist, breaking sweat along the brow and lines around the mouth. Looking down at itself the body starts to decay, rotting from the curve of the ribs first before collapsing within itself like sludge and slush of snow.
The time it took to reveal the various structures forming a rigid framework in the limp skin was short,
the body will be forever known to the world as something grey.
Palms pressed air tight on the mirror, so hard the bones in the already thin arms snap in tension, so hard the skin around the fingers is pulled back to knuckles red blooming quicker than steam can collect. There's a conductor slipping out the right ear. That conductor leans it's weight against the flaps of skin that dangle and branch away. Wouldn't the wound like some worn wine to wind down the whining itching in the wounds? Chills made of numbness fill like blood in the hands, the skin now properly in place but the pain still lurching around each marrow, crevas in the bed. Peeking through open windows of brown eyes, it's thundering in the brain matter mushing and steaming like squash. The body bends with weights made of tongues dripping saliva around the sides and ribs, outreaching to the ache of the heart.
The body was black and blue on the bottom of the floor, riddled with bites from those spiders and bats. Marks that mark the mark of each marker in the room, dribbling, dripping, drowning down dirty dense dark. Turned off both those lights so the pupils enlarge to a nut size filling up the door made of white. It's almost too purple to drink as the teeth are yanked, kept a little too safe under silk pillows. Forming an unorderly request to roll up those sleeves unable to weigh anything out, the ears can't wait until Summer where everything is cleaner and not so white so red doesn't stain as bad. The body curls up around itself like a beetle or bug with a light shined down upon it as it was just waking.
Infinite madness strewn like wires across each corner and wall, the eyes shut against grains of plastic glue the scarred fingers wrapping around conversations made of youth. Twilight casting shadows parading reflections that cut deeply into the shoulders and iron fencing. Blasting dead skin from the newborn skin underneath lets the body slowly rise from the cold metal ground, getting attention the heart never listened to the bottom of the pit cracking with clouds and mist. Immitation meant to be like admiration, breaking moist, breaking sweat along the brow and lines around the mouth. Looking down at itself the body starts to decay, rotting from the curve of the ribs first before collapsing within itself like sludge and slush of snow.
The time it took to reveal the various structures forming a rigid framework in the limp skin was short,
the body will be forever known to the world as something grey.
Published 14th Jan 2012
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