Monday 8/14/2017 11:55:00 PM

it was quiet as the world leapt from sunshine to darkness. it was an obvious eclipse. as the future fell apart. all the maps inside us like vultures circling the dead.

it was choice that stung the sharpest. loyalties like old drawbridges left open.

there were the signs. needles left in the vein. the comedy of grief tearing time like paper.

the stab of want. all broken pencils and faded crayons. colorless pictures in the dreams of blind men. the epiphany of predators..the hollow victory of the hunt.

as the meat rots. yet their hunger persists.

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