The Dead

"Aaaw! Nothing exciting ever happens in Calgary"
That was twinB's reaction when I'd finally figured out that the big brawl had taken place at her former hang-out. She was even somewhat amused that her friend had gone to the hospital to continue the feud - however, fun and \bubblie-ness/ aside it sounds like the incident came so very close to our normal stupid tragedy.
TwinA asked me on the phone if 'B had mentioned that there had been a hunt for a fugitive around work last night, with helicopters and everything.
'Nope - only that they wanted her to work full-time'
TwinA suggested that it didn't mean anything more to 'B than finding a dust bunny... if I sneeze, I'll let you know...
We really can't tell if its the emotional deads or the meds that are stealing her soul.

when they cut, there's no blood.
if they screamed, there'd be no sound.
when they died, nothing changed.
this town is a necropolis full of ghosts and monsters, drifting relics with their blank eyes to the ground, devoid of past or future.
they don't dream anymore.
they don't want to move anymore.
they haunt their own houses and streets, hunched and stiff with decay, no longer haunted themselves by memories of hope or pain.
they don't have to feel anymore.
they don't even talk anymore.
they breathe smoke, not words. TwinB aug.07