Tuesday 10/25/2016 11:13:00 PM

the choke of the horizon. as everything comes into focus. the stutter of the wind. like empty needles still under the skin. it always wants to rain, but it never does.

stray dogs drag their leashes with them. into starvation.

gravity winces. a naked whore. more panic than threat. an open bridge. over shallow water. negotiating the colors in the remnants of black and white pictures.

careless triggers waste their ammunition on the dead.

the wolf speaks. the sheep listens. the parable of flesh. a well dug deep. into hard ground. no water. just pennies. and wishes mispent.

as candy houses crumble. we greedily devour the pieces.

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