Thu, 19 May 2005

livid, feral
She is standing there beneath the giant lights which hang over the interstate, standing in the stream which runs beneath the bridge, the concrete cracked and broken and fading to the mud she stands in, smearing it across her dress, her face, a vibratory calm and overdeveloped focus to her every movement, until she is covered, only visible in the whites of her eyes, stalking the space between the interstate and the access road. She was once a student, someone I noddingly knew from an 8am Prophecy in Ancient Israel class, someone I think I saw once singing in a choir performance on the front steps of the Union. I watch this woman becoe a troll-thing, watch her make a home of a drainage site, luring motorists with a broken piece of mirror in one hand and a large flat rock in the other.
(12:13.05.19.2005) [/ana] #