died_in_a_dream raze i wore a mask at the worst possible time. it was red and avian. i was older. my hair was grey. i wasn't me when i looked at myself. i held out my hand with a gift inside, but you were too frightened to take it. you ran until you tripped and broke your neck, and i could see the top of your severed spine poking through your skin, crooked and yellowed and bloodless. your eyes were closed. your face was calm. i tried to put you back together, tried to line up what had been separated from itself and make it one again, but no glue was getting in there. all this because i dug a snowball out of my boot and threw it with lazy intentions. 140708 what's it to you? who go blather from