raise high the sunbeams - winter has come into effect
we grow listless under the sun; a drought that glues our skin to our veins and tongues to the highbeams of our mouths. children gather at our feet, collecting the saliva that drips from our chins in thick globs as it has already turned to paste; glitter pitted in their palms. all you can focus on is the thirst that's gathering in your throat. the thirst that whistles everytime you breathe in, though not even water can soothe it. a simple taste of all you'd like and it would go away. just a taste and the disease won't spread. and when you walk into a room, you disappear. you blend with the furniture and the imitation celtic tapestry that clings to the walls. and when you walk into a room, you're walking out. you've left the second your foot hit the ground. you've already gone away.
but you'll be back.
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but for now, your imagery works wonders :)
your work always has a punchline -- do you read lots of woolf? you might i think like djuna barnes alot as well --
i like these bits -- :) (is the title of this one a reference to raise high the roofbeam carpenters?)
(good catch. it is, in fact, in reference to mr. salinger. i'm pleased you caught that.)
:)