The flap of wings can be heard as she mutters, "I'd sell my soul..." but what comes after is muffled... her knuckles claw at the blood that drips down over the arch of her upper lip...The sound of something coming fades to silence. It will enter undetected. Not when you call for it. It is likely it is already there.


"Take my eyes away from me. I see too much!" She cries.

Crimson tainted fingers fall to her sides... staining the white linoleum...

Notthe7

My father had a stroke from the constant high blood pressure.

Its effects are showing in his 'optic nerve' and it happened while he was in the hospital.

After I complained to the nurse about his eyesight and the fact he was cross eyed... for a full day...
And after he complained several times..
My father finally ripped the IV out of his arm and left the hospital.

He had a Dr's appointment today for his double vision/cross eye/blurred eyesight....

Notthe7

A shift.
..you can always feel it coming.
But were you paying attention..?
Probably not,
No.
Probably not.

There's a clock in every room of my home.
In every room of my home the clock is clearly placed upon an empty wall.
It remains the single object of attention and for which we slave to... day in and day out.

My room too, has a clock.
But my clock is neither hung on the wall
nor is it visible.
It's been covered...

Notthe7

I'm slaving away
with my two thirteen an hour wage
narrowly restrained in my head..
I'm working hard
collecting the scraps of my employers
and i get that ten percent slap.
But you're drinking
you're having fun
Man,
fuck the fourth..
think about it?
It's what the government wants you to do today baby
drink
and forget about what's really going on sweets.

What freedom?
The fuck we fightnin' for?
...

Notthe7

The slightly calloused fingers of a guitar player.. rolling over my skin.
A soft whisper breaths into my ear and like a wick to a match, I'm lit.
He pushes his sweet Everythings into my ear without remorse.
'Do You Miss Me A Lot?"
A heavy sigh fills his ear as my eyes flutter open.
I lean into the phone (for whatever support it would give me, I would take).
"We Were Set Up For Failure.. You and I.
We Fell In Love Too Young."
The daydream...

Notthe7