A spark
a million volts
for a split second
The Edge is that which lights. That which sets the blood pumping. That which sparks the soul.
Beginnings are fugitive
happy endings is a conflict
Better make some damn good betweens
we fell too hard too fast
shattered too finely
an exquisite fracturing
This silence is not the peace of pause
She flew.
Though not on wings.
Crouched astride a gleaming machine, she flew with gasoline.
Fuel — liquidated corpse energy
I had a heart
First a flutter,