05-20-2011, 06:39 PM
I take on the persona of another era, world, and person.
I take on their organs - their mortal luggage. I pound them
in ear-splitting succession against the walls until the veins
of their now dust-bound bodies bloom and burst on the
sheets of blank and empty pages. Then, I fall comfortably
into place and write them, stay there, until all that's left is.
I take on their organs - their mortal luggage. I pound them
in ear-splitting succession against the walls until the veins
of their now dust-bound bodies bloom and burst on the
sheets of blank and empty pages. Then, I fall comfortably
into place and write them, stay there, until all that's left is.