Her mind began to lose connection with her body she touched her numb face, lips her body was so heavy asleep as her mind staggered in the heavens over rooftops, far away the creeping crescendo of metalic sound resonated with her heart keeping time with her pulse drowning in the roar the buzz throbbed in her mind that crazy din inside her head. the electricity worked its way through her body scalding her veins fluid leaked out the corner of her eyes trickling out her ears and nose her body ached every joint pounded her head - like a marionette bobbed and swiveled on her neck hardly able to lift itself up somewhere far away she heard the echo of her childhood now distorted and ancient and barely a whisper |
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Drug Machine - an excerpt from Flowers of the Aftermath. |
