Thứ Tư, 21 tháng 1, 2009

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Vignolette walks to school, swallows Charlotte and stick him to the side of her jaw. The weather these days behave like a lover, only more predictable. Miserably, it is beautiful. Foggy and seducing like a morning cigarette from a dangerously beautiful pair of lips. Vignolette talks and chews her lips.

There is a magical space in school called lockers, only if they were webbed in lace. They contain the production of a creature's sweat and misery, flowing endlessly through on into pieces of paper. Besides, there is no light within magic. Neither is there light there. All magic are protect, and locked. So is this. By a chain of numbers, spinning in organized fashion, but secretly, chaotic invades the creature's heads.

Charlotte itches and aches lying breathlessly on the side of Vignolette jaw. The man folds himself into pieces, leaving Vignolette the woman, no extra or missing limbs on her earthy body. Now she is a woman, with faint smiles and dry lips. Isolate every single feature, and she is fine. A small vibration rushes through her throat, through the bumps on the surface of her tongue, and slips through a her lips. Words fly out cheaply and meaninglessly, like sudden rain on a day of bad weather, contaminating, and uninspiring. There are plenty of words that slip and fly out of different direction, some are directed to her, some aren't.

Vignolette feels impossible. The words that fly in and out of her create an iron cage. The reason that birds don't get out of those by flying out windy, watery vigorous sounds is because the impossibility of breaking the iron cage that they formed in their heads. So does Vignolette.

It's hard enough Vignolette drags herself around from one vacuum of strength and light to another. She drags twice the weight. The other half lies uneasily on the side of the jaw, waiting to rise but impossible to break out. And while Charlotte waits to rise, Vignolette sinks. Charlotte will drown, unwilling to go down with a will to wade through the crowded vacancy while Vignolette willingly, sinks.

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