Terrain
February 11/06
I’m fascinated with this fear. I breathe and swallow, track the numbness from my fingertips into the center of my palms. The cold weight that was built somewhere in my stomach has translated itself into a dull case of heartburn. It’s rebelling, the stubborn ass that it is; refusing to be drowned by the rounds of water I’m taking in.
The Climb
Breathe and Swallow
Track the Numbness
Fingertips and Palms
The Plateau
Cold weight Translation
Hot acid Meltdown
The Descent
Now be Still.













Comments
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when the sail starts flying in the wind i say, 'cool, that looks cool, now do you think the second movement has too many violins?'
Mmhmm.
(Thanks
Alie
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you don't belong where the humans eat - willy mason
it's so GOOOD!
BUT THANK YOU FOR THE SUPERNICE COMPLIMENTS AND THE FAVOURITE!!!!
Alie
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you don't belong where the humans eat - willy mason
it's pressing, it's neat. punches you in the proverbial stomach. *applauds*
Thank you so much, it's incredibly flattering to have your praise on stuff I write.
Alie
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you don't belong where the humans eat - willy mason
but i can only think of the first word
then i've drowned
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my soul is a bird.
my heart is the ocean.
my mind is a tree, evergrowing.
That word is begging to be said by a grandpa gangster.
Nyehhh....
Alie
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you don't belong where the humans eat - willy mason
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