rambling

[skonen_blades]

Colloquial expressions of comfort and commiseration flow into me like cold water through bullet holes. I feel anger and I feel happiness. Shreds of someone else’s throat floss my bloody mouth when I try to talk. I have six kites tied to the rings hooped through the flesh of my shoulder blades. They kick like scissors. They pull me up but fail to lift me. They hold me back. My eyes are cobalt 64. My mouth is ignited liquid nitrogen. I lift my arms up and branch the sky. I’m hungry for donuts. I’m more awake than I thought possible. I hit my favourite stations on the radio of my mind but they’re all on commercial breaks. I spin the dial to random air and get a tango from ten years ago. I have no more reasons. I came with directions. A moonsliver of eelskin minnows through my heart and I shudder to remember a cold room with a hospital floor. My shell tacks time with a wolfish snarl. Blood circles fleck my warm wet cheeks like freckles of wet paint. There are clots of someone else's blood in my long hair. I lick my fingers and bend down to get back to work. I am underwater and praying. I am images trapped in glass. I live as memories in other people’s minds.