she lives as if her life
was made of pictures
stapled together and
flipped through.
and when ever she sees beauty.
she pauses to inhale more air
and more comes to her
and she knows it all.
She lives like her hair is on fire
like she's been made into a
trick candle.
doused, and relit
time after time.
and she
lives like her moods are a
tireswing
circular movements
of
jerking motions.
She once was embarassed by
the way he sat there and
cracked the nuckles on his
right
then left hands
then left and right feet.
and then he smiled to himself.
as if he was living in a movie.
She sleeps like she is being watched.
still and silent
and she dreams of
only plesant things
she cries like she has someone's
fears to consider.
bawls out
notes wavering
high and low
until
she sighs
and
falls to the ground
only to be
followed by
three blank pages
her life was a flip book
1:35 am - 19.07.03
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