Thursday, February 25, 2016


I close my eyes, knowing I can't trust her

Cut off our circulation with big rubber bands

You can imagine this floor any color you want

Shadows stretch around the room when you move the lamp

The larvae live in the mouth of a fly
and are deposited under your skin
when the fly bites you

Shadows suddenly lock into place

All the rubber bands snap simultaneously

Everything in the room turns the same color

I open my eyes and choose to trust her anyways

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