Under grey, only use kills missing. Murmur into shifts of. Slowly. Noticing floor on. Patterns make me uncomfortable. It’s a window, not a mirror. Biome photography to cover up something. Every line goes. There it. Giving lines. Breaking lines. Disrupting flowers. Terminal if. Resemble influence. Vehicles passing. Personal limbs grow to calling only. If it’s there. Open door, repeat. Open door, repeat. Close door, open it. Repeat. Empty driveway. I don’t know what to do.
Burrow slips of. In wreckage against. Trembling line flow. I see something I don’t like. Covered my sigh in dead leaves, spooling from. I don’t understand. I don’t understand. It was right there. It was right there. It was. It was. It needs. I need. I’m not it. I’m here, not there. Over my lines, keep trying.
Sighted. I was worried about you. Something not like you. Completely. See through me? It’s not through. Going away. Just don’t. Less than my. It’s over now. Tightly.
Photos in cities. Shadows in my back garden. Dark hedges. People hiding in them turn into foxes. Trees are so nice. I love watching them from apartment balconies that aren’t mine.
I can’t look out windows or I’ll turn ugly. Worried my. Bad feelings will. Leak out.
It’s a summer day. Shadows between leaves. I want to go back. Remember when a friend brushed my hair? You weren’t there. Cities in. Curled up in the background. I want to be safe.
Foxes look at me. Look around. Turn back. Into people. Lonely ghosts between their legs.
Nine waves. You’re in a. Blank paper in your mouth. It’s too dark in there. You’re in a. Imperfect line. Soon it’s now. You go over there. You’re in a dark place. Ugly. Pressing on our skin. Uncomfortable, think. Only if you. Pills in. Sides of the. Falling buildings.
Careful or. Plumbing girls. Fall through. Wetware losers. Take you away now. Have to. No eyes. Only mouths. Blank paper in. Absorb ink. Like a mouth. Like a mouth in the pavement. Lines in. Over lines. No, perspective. Typing it out.
Without my eyes. Seeing things. It’s all no eyes, slowing down. It’s all so. Deeper into a. Dark world. You can’t see the spiders. Driving the cobweb car. Take apart transparent trolley carts. Make into mazes. It doesn’t worry me. Doing silk whines/invite birds to sit in dusky moss.
There’s a dark maze. I don’t. Want to. Go in. Inside rests. A bird. No wings. Bird without wings. No eyes? No, girl has no eyes. Eyeless girl, birds.
. Bird’s eyes, birdless wings. Falling into maze. You can’t. Won’t. Get out. Too late. Bird is smooth. Bird won’t move. Hold bird. Cradle bird in girl’s mouth. Before it’s late. To no eyes. To no words. Whispering into mazes of birds. Bird’s. Girls.
Fracture in. My own. Turn off: all lights. I can’t see: dark. Persons for. Personally, it’s. Bother me. Turning around. The eyes. Linger over surface. Blood lines. Petrify wired pillow ill willow still windowsill. Disturbing star core stairs.
Delete some lights. You’re often going for. Combined with. She knows. Eyes will flow down there. It’s only temporary. Confuse me. Driving enveloped rows of zebra crossing zero copied by. Incorrect structure.
Below dim light. That’s all. Open in singing. Perfect reeling in. Just a second, I’m Thinking about. You. It’s snowing. I’m outside. In the snow. Covering me. I can’t move. I’m covered in snow and I can’t. It’s cold. I’m scared. Quotes of neurons, I guess. Severed face in wall.
Put a box on every step of the escalator or. Something bad will happen. Lift you. There are lights above. Don’t look up or. You’ll go. Blind.
Dim the lights and. Crawl up the stairs. The unmoving stairs.
The doors are closing. The doors are closing.
Look at it. Blink. Urge to deepen. Low eyes slide down. Three sides of.
“I just need to.”
Covered by my. Surfaced below. Over leaves. I feel like. Nothing’s there anymore. Slip by. Empty lamps open curtains. Shallow way to go. It’s a system.
“You have to stop.”
Stop now. By its own. Boring windows flow. Down onto the couch. Long, dark hair. In tendrils. Couch shifts into a sofa.