Sad Labels:
ambivalence
,
weakness
soft turns. hard angles. the horizon grins. as it sneaks away. shrinks from our approach. with the remains of our expectations.
i sample the sun and am gladly incinerated.
i am spent well by my solitude. in the debt of touch.
the moments whisper. virulent schemes of the flesh. the voice is a traitor. the lips are a villain.
gravity stumbles and we are briefly lifted. the string undone. the balloon released to its fate. to be taken by incredible heights. to be destroyed by them.
tomorrow is broken. . the stinger still embedded. as we struggle to determine how deep the poison has penetrated.