He took a step. I thought about a suspension bridge,How you can’t help but hold the rope.You see the planks, then the rocks belowand sight doesn’t save you from shaking.
You don’t need bars to be in a cage. That’s what I told myself when I came up the hill. I took my hand and said the words slow.
But I will always have the key.
I glanced ahead, saw the muck and grime and wanted to know how far I’ve come, how far I’ll go. Before I…
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The rock could feel simple sensations like heat from the sun and water from the rain. It…
Hearing her speak sets off a chain reaction, stirring the waters of my memory; they start to fold into origami swans, laying themselves ontop one another until a beautiful rhyme appears. Echoes of the past, colored in various clothes but all taking the same shape: those sharp…