I can't sleep. "Why not." The lights outside. I just realized the highway outside my house with the cars going by that I like to look at and think of as a river was traveled on as they made their way from portland to boston to NYC. The monsters were right outside my window, stopping at pizza places and ATMS. Now, I am waiting for them and I am impatient. I think perhaps I need a second attack so that I can know that I will be okay. "You've never been okay." But now I know what it is to be hunted. Someone wants me dead. Me, you. They want us dead. She tells me to shut up. I stop talking her hand is on my heart as she falls asleep. I stare at the ceiling. Her hand tells me there is something left to be felt, some life still beating reverberating onto her fingertips. They can drain as much as they want. It only proves there's something left. -e. _______________________________________________ Five7Five mailing list [EMAIL PROTECTED] http://www.pairlist.net/mailman/listinfo/five7five
