ain't no 'me' in Society

"no! don't jump"

but it payed no heed. bubbling with anger it flung itself off the cliff edge in olympian form. it fell like it were weightless yet heavy or gravitational. it fell with the grace of an ice skater tracing a priouette on ice.

on its way down, it murmers first with a low guttral sound like a throat being cleared before letting loose an avalanche of white noise - theatrical. we could only forget our panic and watch in awe. if only you were there

a boudoir, the sterile attempts the sensual. But the frayed edges of glitter-glued red cloth, a poor cousin or stunt double of heavy velvet, and gold-sprayed plastic caricatures the scene a barbie house, albeit an endearing one at least for its serious effort. 

"shhh. never say what it is, only what it tries to be."