cicatrix scenery 0spindly-armed one: yr eyes are as wide as the space between us. that comfort creature, collided with the provided visionary haze. caused static. left dazed. closed curtains. and now beatifically amazed at your pools of saline, and the dried blood caked beneath torn fingernails. and: yr cicatrix scenery. and how your hands quiver, defenseless, making movements without yr discretion. raking spasms, sputum and wobbly inhalations: clasp at the air, clasp madly, madlier, as though breath meant something to us. you're just some flawed prototype of an entity that was never, never meant to be. oh flutter yr spindly arms: oh leap from that roof: oh please find some way to die with more glamour than you were born with (would spare us some saline) (c) nitrotiC 02.27.01