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Apr. 28th, 2005 07:08 pm
On the other side of the mirror lay herself in color negative. Herself in color negative, hair wrapped in tendrils of blue paint.
Blue paint.
Blue.
Blue sky blue trees blue soul blue ocean blue corner of the office. Herself wheeling between corner and wall, two walls, wall squared. Walls always square …
Silence always square too. Death square. Big square that encompassed everything, collapsed on everything, square after square crashing down like Russian dolls.
She hated squares.
Liked paint. Never painted squares; never painted logic; never painted reason. Never wanted reason.
The paint muddied itself brown. Assimilation. Lost identity. Cool brown like pulpy leaves. Fallen trees.
She reached out with two fingers and traced snowflakes. She felt the pattern. But in cold mirror glass she knew no one else did.
Nobody knew but the paint
And death silence on the other side.
Blue paint.
Blue.
Blue sky blue trees blue soul blue ocean blue corner of the office. Herself wheeling between corner and wall, two walls, wall squared. Walls always square …
Silence always square too. Death square. Big square that encompassed everything, collapsed on everything, square after square crashing down like Russian dolls.
She hated squares.
Liked paint. Never painted squares; never painted logic; never painted reason. Never wanted reason.
The paint muddied itself brown. Assimilation. Lost identity. Cool brown like pulpy leaves. Fallen trees.
She reached out with two fingers and traced snowflakes. She felt the pattern. But in cold mirror glass she knew no one else did.
Nobody knew but the paint
And death silence on the other side.
