| Channeling- Published in Aquilae Stilus 2000 In her eyes waits the bathtub she choked on snaking bruises in her pupils adding character and mildew to her sunshine. These fingers are Blunt Restless carry secrets to her stomach hold them jostling there But, these fingers are not large enough to hold Your scales for you. Screaming lashes ink the page Gushing venom and vanity It's a wonder there aren't Tears in the paper Bright frenetic feet Dance like hammers under the table as she channels those whirlwinds before the buttresses crumble. Before the cell breaks open. |