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001 scramble- hurry- spikes push into a deep black sea she walks through solid weight pulling herself through window panes she hears the pop- snick- SNAP- of her heels she tumbles down the hill the world a blur of green brown pain and mint flavored ice cream thrown off her throne new-age Humpty-Dumpty her eyes not mirroring but her heart feeling the hoplesness the reality that could bring a grown man to his knees and she trudges towards her captors sitting like Knights of the Round at the Mad Hatter's tea party so beautiful yet so wildly out of place and before she can breath again she's become conformist to their way the inner part of her laughing at the wild jokes of Russian nazis Afganis and what their last girl was like as the other part of her wonders how she could've fallen so low from grace- and with the truth comes the jade and everything falls apart back down to the starting place this regularity becoming as irregular as the unexpected like her calculating the possiblity of one of her trapped birds helping her the one with razor-edged words looks at her and shows her the Cheshire Cat unveiling itself laugh first floats with the birds wings putting her back on her seat then says "I know, it's a girl thing" she smiles and says "yeah, but life ain't too bad" they talk of things like Advil and how abusive their gods were and how she took after her mother more so than her father the next thing you know they're gone- back to the trench with echoes of World War II and they know what they've done and they know they'll be happy even in Hell Written November 23rd, 2001 © on Nov 23 2001 03:44 AM PST   0 • 8