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sound. wave. shock
[She promised you beauty...]
 
 
 She seems to have her own atmosphere.
 A dense blackness surrounding her,
 
  S u p p o r t i n g  h e r .
 Her voice blows away in the wind,
 Jesus is catching her words like butterflies.
   You can't hear her.
 
 She wears those bones like
 
 
 Accessories.
 Gorgeous.
 Gorgeous.
 Gorgeous.
   She isn't thin.
 
  Not thin.
 No, she's much less. Just a step from
  nothing.
 
 The cold air makes her glow,
     .She.makes.the.world.look.flat ; black.and.white.
 Time stands still.
 
 The city streets fold under her feet, everything
 
  Bends around her, she must
 Fit. 
 Her sharp hips cut the air as she walks,
 Making a slight tear big enough for her to walk through.
 
 Bus stop benches cradle her, soften the goosbumps
 On her arms, bone thin legs.
   *****
 
 
 Sound waves shock her, send her nerves
 Screaming through the world around her.
     Racing heart, running to the steady
 
  .thump.thump.thump.
 Icy blue eyes
  open stare
  lights across
 An empty street.
 
  .thump.thump.thump.
 Rises, like she
 Can float, toes barely grazing the
     Pavement.    *****
 
 Inside the door, the thumping gets louder,
 Shrieking guitars, voices.
 
    Her heart cracks, the ever-present demons rush
 Out into her chest.
 She feels the pain, but it's distant, she likes
 The sound of ripping vocal chords thrown
 Into a microphone.
 Down the stairs, her feet carry her and she lets them.
   (Because this time, she has faith in where they're taking her.)
 The blue eyes
 
    Overload
 With images of bodies brushing against each other,
 Guitars, drum set, microphone.
 Release, letting go, healing.
 
 Other hands touch her bones, the same bones that
 
  Cut the air.
 But they do not rip like the air.
 Her hair skims the shoulders and arms
 Of those around her.
 
 
 
 
 She pushes closer.
 She can feel her body soaking up the tone of
 The melodies, getting lost and the demons
   Retreatingthroughherpores.
 
  Are they really leaving?
 
 They're leaving.
 
 She sways, stares into the eyes of her
 Rescuers.
 
    And they smile.
 
    And she smiles.
 She.lets.go.
   Her hair drifts around her, playing in the
 Warm air.
 
 
 And the beauty stops. is one quick sudden...
     Let down.
 She is numb, senses skewed.
 
 
   *****
 
 
 Sound waves disappear, send her nerves
 Fading into the world around her.
     Slowing heart, beating steady
 
  .thump.thump.thump.
   Again.
 Icy blue eyes    open stare
  lights across
 An empty street.
 
  .thump.thump.thump.
 Rises up the steps, to the door. She
 Can float, toes barely grazing the
     Pavement.    *****
 
 
 
 
 Back.

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