Sunday, June 5, 2011

Aura



This is not a test.


It's quite the emergency.


At least that's how I'M


interpreting it.


Right.


Now.


Cameras flash


like paparazzi...


(am I still the star?)


Blackness fills.


I lay still.


(“oh darling, there you are...”)


You recount in horror,


and I'm so confused.


Lost.


One blink and the clock changed too soon.


How quickly evenings become afternoons.


Stop.


Breathe.


Try to remember.



It used to be easy to just surrender.



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