VENT

My dead skin bleeds the words out my pores. i am alone and everything moves through me like a trasparent ghost. I wander on n spit the fears you send. I lie heavily on a bed of gravel each stone a fight and Im dead as can be. the wind sweeps over me extending my joints and i grow new talents and skin. i get up again, walk along the diving board look up and see the clouds fall on my face like moist cotton candy tht melts when it touches. i smile and feel the stretch, my arms elongate by my ears. i leap down a slow motion fall my face crashes onto water, the cold numbs my limbs and i slowly float up for air, i fill my lungs. i am alive.