flights and families, fear mongering and final drops; smacks of history, but we’re making it right now one bloody footprint at a time. a globemaster that carries the hopes of a better tomorrow, we watch as it reaches, delivering the spark of life the epitome of a silver lining sorely needed in these black clouds.
she watched her sashay into the deep dark waves lapping her calves like hungry cats mentioned something about an aesthetic but that sounded like a kind of alcohol to me […]
the echoes of ancient warbling jilting priests of faith abandoning the path for the pleasure what would the matriarch say as she lay in eternal sleep cloistered and deafened by […]
we’ve never needed a rope already anchored to the bottom, drop down engine died, crept into the salt air […]
shovel grief over top my eyes waterboarding my heart so it feels nothing grasp the straws of courage and try to understand the circle of life is real […]
gnashing, gnawing, thrashing, clawing am I the only one who remembers I am human? screaming anxiety, pit of ulcers threatening one a day is sometimes not enough, jumping to panic should do no […]
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