Simulacra

Simulacra Fused, skeleton within skeleton, bone cage responding roughly to injury, fingers fingers plying her chest plying her chest, smothering, veils, the misery of simulacra, no tender circumstances, only wounded time, violent little acts, the smell of revelation, no salvation. http://www.theatlantic.com/magazine/archive/2013/06/the-mystery-of-the-second-skeleton/309305/

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Karen Anglesey

Date: 5/29/2013 6:16:00 PM

Very scary to think about what illnesses can plague some while other's only suffer through a few sniffles in a lifetime. You are a master of descriptions and artful subjects with a generous helping of imagery that make your work speak loudly.

Jack Jordan
Date: 5/29/2013 6:23:00 PM

Tanks again, Karen. I'd never heard of this before. It must be something like being possessed... Jack

Richard Lamoureux

Date: 5/28/2013 1:37:00 PM

Very visual and disturbing. Well done, I am not familiar with the word simulcara.

Jack Jordan
Date: 5/28/2013 3:49:00 PM

It's a very disturbing, fatal disease, and so very strange. Simulacra means similarity or likeness. Thanks for reading... Jack