are you unstable? he asked. yes im unstable, she replied. no one was there and she was shaking. there was black and gray checkered scarf wrapped around her like a shawl. it seemed the world was falling down around her in little bits, raindrops of sky and earth intermingling with particles of people. she saw the iris of a boy she used to know plop into a puddle and dissolve in the infinity she supposed she was living in. maybe it was a black hole where you drifted endlessly while puddles of people gathered around you. her skin was crawling. she was trapped inside of it. inside of her skull she could hear them whisper about her. do you want a redbull one of them asked. no, she said. ive taken some speed today and i can feel myself disintigrating from the toes up.