TreasonI have to do lists of past eternities tattooed on my hands and sudden sorrows in my blackened eyes.
Hellena's Dance Class BlurbHellena loved her weekly dance class- she got out of work five minutes early in order to devote her whole being to dance every Wednesday. Since her tights had been torn, she wore a skirt leftover from the one and only time she had a solo. She wore no make-up, for she was a prudent girl who knew that sweat existed. Before now, she was so caught up on looks that she could barely concentrate on the art as she saw her full figure dancing among the tiny frames of the others in the mirror. She would often watch some other body move, imagining it was hers, only to look up and see herself struggling with some combination. "Giving up" on her looks was
BlueBlue, baby, I'm sorry I killed you.I was young and stupid and didn't value life.Just out back, I was stomping on ant-hills, failing to comprehend the damage I caused.You were different, I loved you so.I had all but forgotten until the picture I saw of the most beautiful fish, Frusciante.Such a pretty thing, as were you.I danced for you without knowing it, in the melancholy waves of song.And it's beating, look it's still beating, though your heart stopped long ago.I'd make it up, but I cannot.Humans are just awful.