By m-marcella

27 May 2008

With my legs on the asfalt, forhead pressed against my knees, I curve my spine, every soft parts are hidden to show my fear is stictly forbidden:

Crounching on the ground trying to grow an exorsceleton

Curling up like an Armadillo on a busy high-way, spinning wheels all around me & a giant truck is heading towards my spot; I'm out of my fucking luck

Crounching on the ground trying to grow an exorsceleton

Soon it will be over, soon I will be flat and dead; absorbed by asfalt and rubber, some parts taken far away...so wonderfully decomposed at the end of the day

meanwhile:

I'm crounching on the ground trying to grow an exorsceleton.

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