February 2012
Strip her of the heels; strip her of the stockings. Strip her of the bracelets and the necklaces and the earrings. Strip her of the dress, tight and black or frilly and pink. Strip her of the bra, a size too small to accent her breasts. Strip her of the mascara, pulling out one eyelash at a time. Strip her of the lipstick, like red blood painted across her face. And you’ve got a girl,...
My ears are popping and underneath the water I feel nothing but ice cold and jelly fish. My nose is bleeding and in the depth of mountains I feel nothing but tall peaks and weeping caves. My eyes are watering and in between the land and the sea I feel nothing but haunted greats, overaccomplished ancestors and voices of dead. There is nothing but dead here. and for some - that’s eerily...
Everything will be okay in the end. And if it’s not okay, Then it’s not the end.
the world hiccuped for a second, and utterly and completely forgot about us.
