i miss the ash and fume that seemed to hide in strange spaces
Tag: mourning
26 steps
head bent and staring down, you say i'm good, i'm good in rasped out air ripped edges, punctuated by that beeping sound somewhere. this is not good. you lying down now, but not resting. 26 steps. 26 minutes. where did you go? you were gone too long. confused, i wondered why walk? why, try to, … Continue reading 26 steps