Snickelfritz

When my skin decides not to contain my blood i weep, for i am so squishy a mortal.  She looks at me with one eye at a time, i can discern the milliseconds. Instant by instant.  Time will pass. One moment your too slow and in an instant your too fast.  Something like a blister, callused subtracting membrane knuckles.  Beyond the birth of the animal prey, as the birth of the coming day came after darkness, the kin does follow the way they know best.  We have all heard it echo from east to west.  Another glorious hold on the civil est..