11.06.2011

Shreds.

Ripping, slicing, slashing--the hacking of inter-being. Being dissected and severed. Now like an ancient book, discovered and open for the world to see. Hiding nothing. Camouflage wiped away. Skin exposed and bare like  battered, wounded flesh. Gaping. No red curtain to hide behind, it's been rolled away. An audience. No applauds. A show. A magic trick. Whips cracking, microphones crackling, static, a thumping heartbeat pulsing blood through every vein and capillary. Lungs move frantically through a ribbed cage of aching bones. A deep breath to calm the nerves, and a hoarse, daunted answer. 



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