Thursday, May 24, 2012

oh high

there's something in the middle of me, in the middle of 
me there is a large something
pushpushing against my skin and
aching against my vital organs, I 
can feel my heart strings as they are
are tuned up up up and pulled to the taut
-ness of a mandolin. the monotonous monks that 
haunt my chest take on a barely audible hum, 
angelic, the lightness of 
their voices driving into the tips of 
each of my quivering limbs like 
feathers, they are like
feathers in the sense 
that I am
covered in 
them, I am
buzzing with 
a glow of satisfaction - !


^that is a work in progress. I've obviously got to come down from that high. 

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