... as palms stretch, a sky was given...
... resolute in that moment, my eyes bled mirrors...
...and in the morning she never was...
… a struggle that grew inward and festered until compromised skin split and choose mud over sky…
... i cannot promise you light.
we ascend in an elevator of dust and oblivion, carried beyond the sunset, suspended by tethers harnessed to the backs of understanding hummingbirds and along the spines of sea turtles…
