julia is shadow side rising.
pupils cast over by the dark side of the moon
black
a tingling in my teeth.
i said, “i need music to set the night.”
i said, “find something with teeth.”
found nine inch nails – with teeth.
like a faithful, jealous dog waiting for its owner.
don’t you fucking know what you are…
i’m going out.
be good, she said.
i don’t think so.