she's in

dark  time  .

caustic thirty:

she'
s at the win
dow again.
she'
s wearing skin
and her ha
ir is whi
te.
bel
ow her
the window sill
is wet.
her ey
es are blood
seeping gray
like the clouds
pa
st
her
      head.
she scrat
ches the glass
and licks it.
her tongue is blue.
she wants
in. she wants.
so fast she'
s gone
and there'
s
a trail of spit
where she opened
her mouth for me. she'
s laughing and the glass
is chipped. she'
s laughing agian
and her skin is too larg
e. the hair on her head
as she flashes by the wind
ow is slick like oil
and she'
s laughing.
she wants in. she
wants.
i can tas
te
how she smells.
she tas
tes like iron.
she'
s
dead. she'
s beyond death.
she want'
s
me
to come with her.
i'
ve never felt
so alive.
she'
s inside
standing in fron
t of the wind
ow.
she'
s laughing.
she'
s in.