Monday, November 16, 2009

Stop.Go.

Trying to block OUT sound. Trying to stop it getting in. Fingers in ears, stopping sound, stopping time, stopping life. No more sirens, no more talking, no more pain. A rushing. Block it out. Keep it out, too. Can see it, see the cells, the fluid, the life rushing, rushing. Pounding through. Life. Can't stop it, can't keep it out. Breathe.

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