Thu, 19 May 2005

something somewhere has to break
She keep vomiting. She spits up pennies, rings, notes she was passed in trig. She spits up the plastic rings from milk jugs, strands of string, twist-ties. She spits up plastic army men and undigested lumps of gum. She spits up candle wax, shoelaces and cigarette butts. She spits up bolts and wire and oil. She spits up eggs, and from the eggs hatch chickens and lizards and falcons. She spits up clumps of dirt, and that dirt forms into islands in the sea of brown-stained detritus that has come up from her. She spits up villagers and pre-fab huts. She spits up stereos and automobiles and shopping malls. She spits up countries and continents and planets and galaxies. She contains universes, is what everyone told her, and those universes want no part of her anymore; they only want to be out and away, because she is disgusting, and vile, and evil.
(12:24.05.19.2005) [/scrytch] #