There are constellations in me.

I fell into a vat of radioactive space dust and have been this way ever since. My power is that I appear completely powerless to you. The truth, however, is that I can see the crumbly seams of the stars, I can hear the rush of electrons in every one of your atoms (it's quite loud), I can stir things up inside your soul and you won't even realize it until one day you wake up and wonder what happened to the boy or girl that you once were. I can blow kisses at the back of your neck.

Thursday, December 27, 2007

Hallways

A hallway stretching before you, if it leads to a window overlooking nothing but sky: The illusion is of being in the chamber of 007's gun.
The white square of sky could hold broken glass for a moment, the way a gun's barrel coughs smoke.
In a hallway, leading to a window, overlooking nothing but sky, you're always an explosion of glass away from being a bullet.
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