July 17, 2005

she slammed into the ground
and they called it breathing.
shards of consciousness stabbed and pricked at this numb mind
and the tingling sensation of sleep began to drowse its way through her toes
and up the arms
and into her tongue.

all the words
are static
today.

A teaspoon of white-noise.

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