7.10.2010

Face // Off

Spit it out get it strait
stop dancing till dawn on the
backs of your hands
orbiting closer to
follow the ring to outer limits
everything
       in limbo
everything
       on hold
muted
   pause
     wait
       (suck it up)
          sacrifice
"bleed for me"
"think of me"
"don't let me go"
trapped behind the windows
surrounded by
resonating rations of
thought-
morsel
        here,
crumb
             there--
and the rats want to eat my face off.



photo: Carr Kizzier, on set.