what if tiny little beings began building miniature metropolises on
your body. multiplying into millions. sticking structures into your
skin. painting you with pavement. posting signs and sins. drawing
lines to trap themselves within. trash that's spit into the sky until
it sinks and spills again. what if they laid freeways connecting
like strange exterior veins? littered them with modern machines.
meant to translate the pending pain. turned the ride into a race and
pushed it till it went insane. would you sit serene and still beneath?
or would you shake the ground with rage? would you leave
them to their self-destruction...even if it spread beyond into
your blood?? brought with breathing through your lungs? what if when
their souls were dead and gone the rubble wiped away like dust..?
if the only evidence of their existence were the rusted remnants
of their lonely love??? floating like spirits in the sky above...