forests
kerry
she
is
weightless
but
her
mind
is
drenched
and
heavy
with
thoughts
.
while
fat
and
muscle
continue
to
fall
from
her
body
,
while
the
film
of
her
bones
is
stripped
of
its
emulsion,
she
draws
a
roadmap
that
has
no
compass
,
no
cardinal
directions
.
when
she
sees forests
she
longs
to
travel
deep
inside
them
.
she
avoids
the
generic paths,
stepping
off
and
trudging
through
the
tissue
of
the
woods
.
she
is
a
disease
penetrating
the
walls
of
the
arteries
and
taking
a
backwards
route
to
the
heart
.
once
in
the
heart
,
she
pauses
in
the
ventricles
and
chambers
because
she
can
hear
and
feel
the
*pumping churning*
of
the
forest's
blood
.
she
can
feel
it
live
,
she
knows
its
breath
and
pulse
and
stands
right
in
the
center
of
it
,
the
forest
closing
up
and
living
around
her
.
021206
...
icewater
that
was
beautiful
,
kerry
...
021206
...
belly fire
...aren't
quite
where
they
used
to
be
.
...aren't
quite
where
I
remember
them
.
021206
...
kerry
thanks
, icewater.
021207
what's it to you?
who
go
blather
from
