odd glances from the 6 sisters dressed in dresses
that just walked into the library with matching jackets.
maybe because i am oddly glancing myself.
i've been moving forwards lately.
onwards and over and through:
as soft pulsings against my hollowness, echo inside me.
i want my eyes. widened. like the ring of a bell.
ears opened like a burned down house.
i am drifting through a wall of sound.
too loud to hear. too quiet too feel.
bleh.
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