Sorry for looking at you, I spaced out
This… feeling… this… fragility… It hurts.
Not like a burning. Not like an ache. A bold bash to the head. A quick slice to the heel. An anticipated blade to the spine.
Bend over backwards. The ribs protrude. Take one. The charcoal will soon be ash.
Something unfamiliar is in the veins. Stardust passes through. Cough. It's dusty in here.
The window is open. Wind carries rain. Polished rainboots melt away. A door slams and splinters. Where did this mud come from?
Smoke fills the lungs. Eyes burn. Who left the grill on? Go back to start.













