Wednesday, November 9, 2011

feed your head

the porcelain ghost tripped over her shadow and fell down the rabbit hole (that was inside a rabbit hole, inside of another rabbit hole, inside a rabbit hole). the further she fell, the faster she fell. the deeper the depth, the darker and thinner the air. flapping and flopping, she gasped like the fish out of water (how unladylike).

the pressure begins to build and the pain increases, until she feels a pop. her porcelain veneer cracks. it is just a hairline fracture at first, then a deep dividing split. she bursts apart into a million sharp and tiny shards.

never to be together again.

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