of small hands & sparrows;

November 15th, 2004 · 8 comments

reconnecting with the earth through the bodies of women. these last few days have found me curiously nervous, all heartbeat and hysterical ravens. i have been pulled thin & translucent, huddled around candles in darkened rooms. i have been moving through hallways, afraid of the nearness of strangers. i close my eyes when they brush past, as though i will disintegrate up against their careless, heavy bodies. like a woman made from ash.
 
Mood: vignette.
Musique: vnv nation; further.

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