Manifest Thursday
There is a part of "Rules of Attraction" where one of the characters narrates his trip abroad. It's in fast forward and it's clips. Cliff notes on speed and shrooms at the same time. Sometimes, when I look back at my day or the week or the year, that's how it is in my head. Clips. Brief narration. Fast forward or slow motion. But it's all pushed together and it's almost as I'm a casual observer. I think I even add and splice and edit to my liking. Sometimes it's scary what I've made up for my childhood and what's really real. Apparently this isn't an uncommon thing. We are all guilty of taking parts of stories we've heard our parent's tell or friends tell and we add it to our memories. Still...
Blue eyes stare back with pupils shrinking
growing and shrinking never blinking
Golden hair dirtied with browns mismatched
and a jaw too tightly clenched with ruby kissed lips
Naturally
Another deep breath and scream secretly until ribs rattle
Fingers move as if playing an instrument absently
The force of it all leaves skin pale and ashen
Tremors under freckles unspoken
White teeth bite inside cheeks until blood flows heavily
The storm rages in the blue turned grey
and yet no darkness appeases behind lids, yet
heartbeats felt in temples and toes
Necks and wounds only felt inside of mouths
run dry
Tongue stuck and white with disuse not heard
above the silent revelry in ringing ears
Mirrors cracked and knuckles bloody