freefall is a section in weight of words for masturbatory, practice writing, random quotes and pieces of poetry. similar to a tattoo where an artist sketches an outline first before the very illustration, freefall is an outline of either beautiful or monstrous sets of words to come.
(It’s been a long time — January 3, 2009 to be exact — since I wrote my last Freefall post. How sad, how pitiful. Here I am trying to resurrect that old part of myself.)
In Twitter no more.
In Multiply no more.
In Friendster no more.
In your psyche no more.
She clutches at a pile of aches beneath her chest right where breath is harnessed. And there they are, all her stories, her growls, her escapes and her muted shrieks. She thought an invisible hand is done scooping them all out. But here they are encased; the wanton span of your voice sealing a gigantic shard.