.shadows.

i see you darling.

i see you lying, lying, lying in the shade, performing the pantomime that keeps me curious, tail twitching.

i see you hiding.

and because i like to play pretend, i play…pretending that i don’t hear the false ring in your voice.

i believe the best aspect of having had so many doctors, so many shrinks in and out of my brain, in and out my life is that i’ve learned how to put pieces of subtle pictures together even when there is only an outline. indiscriminately i collect and bide my time.

“she’s not a girl who misses much…”

they sing to me. and i think. round and round it all goes. i like you. i like that you think you can fool me. i may still cling to the fairytale but…

“i need a fix ‘cuz im going down…”

mmhmm oh sweet happiness. im so glad you flirt and flitter across eyelash and peripheral, temple and hippocampus.

so which one are we today? are we the liar or the witch? they’re waiting…the jackals, with mouths open, salivating. and i…i laugh and bide my time, tail twitching.

while i watch you, in the mirror, lying.

-j.

*happiness is a warm gun by the beatles