Here I am still intact, and I should give myself credit for that, but I =

have cast a stone deep into my throat, I squat on land my feet won't =

reach, the smell of blood and bile and bleach, I need a square foot and =

a rope. We can weave, we can unravel, we keep on sleeping right through =

our travels, we can weave, we can unravel, take our confusion to a much =

lighter level. Spit it up and hand it over to yet another child of =

squallor, pallid wheezing lost all her color, her dark circles getting =

darker, he crossed her palm, but nothing seems to wake her from her =

shitty dreams, now she's become just one more helpless package of doom. =

The city looks especially vindictive tonight, that hitchhiker looks like =

he's headed home to murder his wife, well it's a proven fact they don't =

respond to every call for help in time, so there she stays, poor little =

girl, lying on the floor of a dirty bathroom, no folks there's no =

device, no box of gods to descend and take this tragedy, tie up all the =

loose ends.

Submitted by: Mel