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[my_window_seat]

It was a little like a harp

she created sound
patterned resonance

it felt good in her hands
the tintinabulation of vibration
stuttering under her fingers

looking down
she saw her own ribcage
splayed out in in a red shriek
an explosive view of interconnections
severed, weeping marrow

pretty
she said
and played on

Comments

[crazo.livejournal.com]

Nice. I like it. >:)

[my-window-seat.livejournal.com]

Cool - thanks!