a blanket of illusional safety brings out the gay and nervous laughter, the giddy lightness of being, the freeing of many anxious birds from my chest...slap. crashes down by the ignorant flick of a haughty wrist and i'm reminded that i still am vapid, of air. metal bitter. trapped behind glass, perturbed and hideous. finished.
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The piece itself is wonderfully disturbing but the title would make a good name for a band or (a blog site?)
gah!!!!
i've just woken up here, grabbed a coffee, turned on the puter and...
gah!!!!
that image is creepy! great job on the writing
me to rob gah! haha
pretty silly robert- glad i made you go "gah"
The birds fly headlong into the interior perimeter of the display bottle, shake off the headache and the formaldehyde stupor, and fly spirals around the body, like a vortex of black sand, and the brush of the feathers against the skin almost brings back the memory of being a living thing, a walking speaking beast with a name and a bed and a presence beyond the endless gawking of bored passerby. Almost.
db, i am stunned, jaw slacked open. you are that black bird. infinite and dark.
I like
:)
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