Sunday 9/11/2016 02:15:00 AM

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.

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