| I'm trying on new lives, old clothes, and nothing seems to fit... I escaped into the crimson dress, the one with my matching crimson lips, and found it all full of ghosts. If I had been a lover then I would have devoured them all, but I was just a little girl, with pretty little curls - so much better being small. And the boys kissed my thin neck, and the girl cried beautiful, drowning tears... Gasping gently, drowning always, I'm trying on my ghosts. |
| 12/08/03 |