Baby bunny...
04 Mar 2003
you’re stairing into a black mirror, the length of which reveals a clear image of yourself from head to toe.
You don’t recognize this person. You’ve seen them so many times but the feeling you get when looking is almost apathy. Holding perfect;y still, and still stairing into the black mirror, you try and feel your emotions. Where are they? You feel in your gut, looking for the subtle activity of life within. There is a knot at the base of your stomach. You felt this before, but when?
Your cellphone. You remember your cellphone. you reach to your pockets, feeling for the small rectanguler object.
It’s so strange, you think, how well the reflextion keeps up with your movements. The reflection is perfect. It’s not yours. The sutlety of your fingers curling around your sides. It’s almost, beautiful. You could look forever. you try and drag this moment on. The time, ozzing like molasses, drips gently through your fingers.
It’s sweet.
So
s w e e t.
The phone. It’s not there.
you feel the weight of your cloths press against your skin and the heavyness of the stagnent air serounding you. It’s like a warm hug.
you look closer into the eyes of your now unfemiliar reflect as the image begins to wrap around. Warping and turning as it stretches, but never distorts.
A slight pressure is building at the base of your chest. Pushing up through your asophigus, like a hand puching up and out of the earth. It’s moving now. Like a snake the feeling seems to wraith and squirm up and out, through your throat and out your mouth. You want to scream, but you feel the space around you closing in. your throat feels tight.
How long has it been since–
