As we walk in the sun our skin falls off
and our bones chatter to pieces…
pieces that the dogs eat… eat to survive…
they hide from fear off the light…
crushing the bones inside their mouths… yawning…

miracles don’t happen over night they take time to form
and then… they usually dissolve into nothing…

leaves without a trace…

turning the pages
makes the dust swirl around
cling to the cover and run through
the letters like mist on the ground

Assimilation... retraced from another

building, shoot

through a mirror glass held against the wall

it's your image that kills you...

every day you touch the surface

and gasp for a breath inhaled in a moment

pain undertaken in the memory of loss

never forget me

balanced against the intrusion of strangers

thought to be realized as an asset...
derived from the usual stand off

caressed to be a part of being
melting in

as blind as the next
strangely enough considering
even you mark the ground
where you walk around

let's see what's inside your head...

You wish you were dead?

Come, let's go to bed.