Saturday, 9 April 2011

Paperbag Writer. Day Nine-Ten

Lars is a dancer. He removes his cast like it is made out of Lego, jumps from his wheel cart and starts to dance hysterically as Dalton taps to his music and he tells me he's trans. Leslie and Yumi dance away asking me to join them. I shrug, shaking my head. Dalton yanks me by my school tie as Lars asks for more music. I want to say something, but I can’t.

All I do is croak.

My decease has immigrated to my subconsciousness, I'm ill, not really.

I wake up in sweat, as I try to speak up to prove myself wrong.

But I forgot.

And I end up coughing myself to sleep with a smile.

I'm still awake.

Day Ten

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