blank black line

I wait, unfilled. and if weight had will then this single stroked, boldfaced beckoning of a choked statement, would be unignorable. yet me uncoiled, with curl defurled, and half air, your effort foiled, sits below the phantom words that aren't there, it may just be easier to avoid. avert. not care. 'cause I know, I … Continue reading blank black line

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