bird_kisses
skinny
i
woke
up
today
and
my
pillow
was
covered
in
blood
.
a
spark
of
remembrance
,
dreams
come
back
into
focus
.
biting
the
beaks
off
of
dark
plumed
birds
.
throw
the
rest
away
.
useless
.
the
crust.
the
peeling
.
the
skin
.
the
mold
.
leave
them
torn
horizontly,
face
to
wing
to
face
to
feat
,
truly
a
mess
.
check
the
mirror
for
wounds
or
dried
blood
surrounding
an
orifice
-
in
the
corner
of
my
eye
the
end
of
a
string
protrudes,i
pull
it
and
pull
it
and
as
it
unravels
my
brain
becomes
increasingly
more
numb
as
if
the
temperature
is
dropping
,
but
i
keep
on
pulling
until
there's
nothing
left
.
an
end
to
an
unengaging
story
,
blood
on
the
floor
blood
on
my
pillow
blood
in
my
brain
blood
in
my
thoughts
inbetween
membranes.
15
minutes
of
consciousness
.
the
subconscious
always
wins
.
it's
like
bird
kisses
.
050106
...
emmi
that
must
be
the
EWest
thing
i've
ever
read
.
050125
...
skinny
in
a
bad
way
...?
050125
...
.nom
i
found
it
disturbing
,
in
a
good
way
.
especially
the
part
about
the
string
.
in
a
way
,
it
reminded
me
a
bit
of
'
an
andalusian dog'
daliesqueness
050125
...
skinny
%$#@@$!
thank
you
i
love
dali
050127
...
anomalous
you're
welcome
050503
what's it to you?
who
go
blather
from
