Tuesday, February 9, 2010

vinegar.

i guess you could say i feel like i've been scraped clean. with a sharp metal spoon, my insides have been scoured. when i walk i rattle a little, my stomach is hollow and the heat from my heart makes me sweat.
i talk to all these fractured people and they have so much to say. one said that it was like the clouds parted and she could see the light. one said it was the right thing for him to do for the time being, he was just ready. maybe they just talk like they know what they're doing. or what they've done, because it's hard to go back. the sharp smell of vinegar in your head, the windy feel of falling over your face. a quick alertness settles over them and it was time to move forward.