as memory fades the measling mass turns to shades of nebulae
A little shreek like a lobster plunged into a boiling pot came from her throat-trying to stifle it her heart bobbed in her chest and she gasped expelled. ‘Just ready’ he said Her head turned to the side her left hand grabbed his arm-it was hard-her lips plugged up again as he released-a sadness overwhelmed her.
Here she is 91 92 next month how did it ever get to this-if she lost her mind at least she wouldn’t know what was going on-being treated like a lump of meat. That’s all she is. Serving out her time to keep
This work is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-NonCommercial 4.0 International License. Tumescent Terminus PTCA PK et al 11.11.2016 @ 11.11 Ambulance doors open. She’s arrived. Somewhere. Expectancy heightens the ‘imminent’. With no dissent she is lowered down from the ambulance put on a stretcher and wheeled down a corridor. ‘You’re ok’ said the ambulance
you settle in your mind that brings are as they seem then Midas appears
The female as we know it is being captured and reduced to a non entity by a rolling wave of loud and disillusioned sorrows who enjoyed it now want to deprive every other female of it