The house is breathing it takes one sleepy breath after another. steadily softly snoring, as if to remind me that there is nowhere to turn early in the morning and the rodents are back now sinking their claws into my brain its like mind control its like being alone and broken with charred embers where my ideas used to come from. you can mark my thoughts on sale they barely escaped the flames of all those times my body was under attack. by friend, or man, or circumstance. fire sale, all thoughts for free they just need to be rescued from inside of me my head is full of damaged goods if only i could fish them out for you out of this raging river of flame if only one or two, i am sick of being a woman of stone so far from heart and mind, the wall has been constructed and i've found it hurts even to be alone like you can't avoid death like you cant avoid the fear that clings and follows your every lonesome footstep until you can't hear the clap of your own shoes against the street. and so slowly you draw deeply one great breath and retreat.
