Icicles & Comics

See it's alright. It's really o.k.
Don't say another word.
I haven't hardly been listening anyhow.
Cause you see I'm just a memory of some other heroine in this comic book town - when I'm playing, like we're playing; once again in someone else's arms, (so surprisingly warm) - it's already gone...


And just like that we're all walking with our own bedtime stories, - when the icicles smash to the ground around invisible footsteps, and the cold just gets colder inside...and traveling home and hunched against the wind; it's all so sinister that for just a moment I catch, the black&white outlines and exaggerated movement strokes stuck to my own arms and strands of hair.
Wondering where they all are.


So I pretend sometimes I'm headed to any of the other places where's there's (maybe) a little scrap of my breath...climbing the sandy stairs two-at-a-time to that first apartment at the beach,..
sliding the latch closed on a scorching and weathered sailboat door,..
pulling into the driveway of a wooded suburban rancher hideaway,..
climbing through the second-story porch window of a townhouse in Baltimore...or maybe I'm turning the lock in a rickety doorknob of a basement-floor apartment in Brooklyn, or buzzing up apartmemt 1B as I shake off the cold...
or sliding the keycard to the Marriot hotel room a quick cab ride from here...


But all those places are so far away.


See? It's alright, it's really o.k.
Shouldn't say another word.
You haven't hardly been listening anyhow.
Just been skimming over the pages for the various boxes of plot happenings'.
Catch a quote here or there, or a POW! or a Shmacckk!
And down we go.
Not even really remembering to duck.
"[cause] once you've had the good stuff, never gonna fill you up. I just wanna be the one who gives 'em all the world..just a little taste of it" ("the End" Kings of Leon)








Headphones: KOL "The End", Arcade Fire "We Used to Wait", Bruno Mars "Talking to the Moon"