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eyelashes
by Kelly Loewen my eyelashes are fluttering over half my body, covering me with sifting shadows. now i'm shivering, hot cold hot cold, feel totally alone and totally vulnerable and naked. a shuddering sensation, stirring, a little more awake. i lift my head slightly and try to sift through the things going on in front of me. no? tired... driving, swerving, feet are numb, can't feel my arm... head sunk back down to chest, they probably think i'm fucked. just changing gears, pulling through an intersection. my thoughts are flitting around like tiny insects. maybe they bite. it is uncomfortable to sleep sitting up, uncomfortable to sleep lying down on this hard/soft/too-short bench, and when has sleep ever been any less comfortable and any more desirable? still feels like this is all wrong... go away family! i want to get in the car and just start driving. just me, just him. i don't want to sit here silent and throbbing and nearly too sick to cry. sick of movement, sick of tension, sick of seeing freedom slide by through tinted windows as i sit here pretending to be free. |