Tuesday, June 3, 2008


At the time I might have known what it meant, but now I've forgotten. The image that stains my vision is water. Shaped like a car, placed in the correct lane of the highway, a Jello mold of liquid. So strange. No ghost of the accident victims or memory of how it happened. Only the water remains. What an unusual haunting. It feels like I'm drowning but that's my blood. My chest's been crushed. The tread marks are actually standing out of my flesh. I'm a Jello mold.


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