Scurrying around the inside of my walls. Ricochetting like a heartbeat; If walls were to contain such....

I saw her there, all frozen.

Skin and bone.

Eaten away, down to the marrow.

Barely conscious.

She just kept saying yes to the grog,

Now shes thrown up just before entering the school gates,

Invisible bottle of ‘ol mighty unfilteredness’

Its 4:37am and shes walking down the peninsula with no recollection,

Screenshots of a night one does not remember,

Yellow and red approaches and all of a sudden ...

Silver lining that stems to the roots,

“These ones are rare!”

1967, Smooth like a 20c piece, 100% pure silver. $7,000

Money is just a concept, a made up concept.

I remember the first time i had my first encounter.

Since i pay attention to small intricate details…

The ridges, were perfect, wear and tear, only on the parts that come to contact with our fingertips.

The untouchable parts that glimme...

She exhales.

Dust infiltrates her vision. Blocking out who she once was to the world. Her partner unaware of what she contains inside. The pounding of her heart ceases pounding as he catches her when she fell. But her body breaks the invisible barrier once holding her upright. Her mask slips and unfolds an ancient abandoned tale; here lays a the thing you forgot you had.

A shadowing fog vignett...