Shattered Alis

On the elevator, the sound of a woman jingling her keys, or a man jingling the change in his pants pocket, was often abnormally loud and grated against Alis' nerves like the sound of shattering glass. Sharp and jagged, flying in all directions. Like her.

True Identity

Here I am, independent. Yes, it's good to have your individuality. To shine in your own light. But to do this, you must step back from your lover and your family. Go away and leave them in trust, and try to have fun hoping they'll still be there when you return. It's good not to be too codependent, but it's good to say spontaneously "I'd rather be with you." Something bad does not have to happen every time I leave, every time I breathe my air freely.

It's a sign of true identity to leave and then come happily home.

The Disappearance

I Am Dirty Footprint
Chupacabra
Shuffling Snuffleuphagus
Snorting glue

I'm graffiti
on charred trains
such blank remains

I am industrial youth
elemental
heavy metal
throbbing core

The world snores
So what

WHERE ARE MY PEOPLE?
WHERE IS MY FACE?