low hum as slow minded words drone on as people dream of
slumber.outside
the window they bend and quiver while carrion birds circle warping azure
swirled with white.not my every nightmare just the only one that stands
while the dead and dying sit impatiently waiting for time. time to pass like a salmon. victorious.
means justify the endsmake you stronger.this whole is
getting better. decisions are mirrors reflect something
that terrifies insides like monsters under children's beds after the lights
go out.surrounded
and smothers with a comforter pulled far past my brown trembling eyes. lying with knees crushing sweating hands while pondering
like a driver in the winter windows down armored and aware while racing
towards his destination filled with star blinding excitement.west is open and
closer to her as she falls. shimmering with
artifical that is more real than here filled with a few people and a couple
clones.its
blessed towards the setting sun.
