this is how i first saw them eyes closed linen clean a sensuality traced into every movement still now years later i get nausea from the thought of horses running uncontrollable waters bridges feet sliding on moss covered rocks it all seems linked together i burn sage in my room every morning and every night and i thrust myself against my walls and my floor i have a poster at the end of my bed hanging so i can touch it with my feet it leaves me with some comfort it shows a nature reserve animal foot prints in the mud and a bird of a million bright colours i sleep with a small piece of flint whenever i get overwhelmed i press it against my thigh and let small drops of blood pour onto the blanket i can t look into fire as i could before the flames grin at me with grotesque expressions and i get sick and i have to lie down no one dances quite like my brothers no one dances quite like my brothers firefly sand egg olivestone vagina death is in the smallest things even no one dances quite like my brothers no one dances quite like my brothers no one dances quite like my brothers no one dances quite like my brothers no one dances quite like my brothers no one dances quite like my brothers no one dances quite like my brothers no one dances quite like my brothers no one dances quite like my brothers