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Bottled, bound in a brume blue-green, a mist of Listerine again descends. And slick, with what’s like shower’s sweat, there's wipes of writing on the wall. One thought, on an endless loop of overcast, warm marks on rippled sobbing glass: o             u             t. Seated, seeping. The mute little girl fallen down the town well.   We are half-aware of  the consequence of these dreams of outside air. Clarity. It kills me, but I suspect that now a good deal of this vial’s moisture is mine.   Chewing cautionary label gum, (Do Not Swallow!) We churn the potential over and over in our mouth-- it taunts a minty tingle. A curved black mark. A chasm shadowed. A welling up of a desire to gulp. Desire for just one breath, one vision past this germicidal upturned glass. To live unlost, unwet, unmasked a lifetime halled with gorgeous mirrors, mirrors free from fog.
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Oct 23, 2014
Oct 23, 2014 at 4:01 PM UTC
RINSE, DO NOT SWALLOW
Bottled, bound in a brume blue-green, a mist of Listerine again descends. And slick, with what’s like shower’s sweat, there's wipes of writing on the wall. One thought, on an endless loop of overcast, warm marks on rippled sobbing glass: o             u             t. Seated, seeping. The mute little girl fallen down the town well.   We are half-aware of  the consequence of these dreams of outside air. Clarity. It kills me, but I suspect that now a good deal of this vial’s moisture is mine.   Chewing cautionary label gum, (Do Not Swallow!) We churn the potential over and over in our mouth-- it taunts a minty tingle. A curved black mark. A chasm shadowed. A welling up of a desire to gulp. Desire for just one breath, one vision past this germicidal upturned glass. To live unlost, unwet, unmasked a lifetime halled with gorgeous mirrors, mirrors free from fog.
s-fletcher
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Oct 23, 2014
Oct 23, 2014 at 4:01 PM UTC
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