Keys left in the lock, location named after its occupant, to expose identity. 3D smelled of wood chips, inscribed on 2D’s door were the words Bridges for Trolls. Keys jangled like a rusted bell as the door opened and revealed the sigh of relief. Losing the mechanism used to unlock self, moments to make theContinue reading “Growing Old and Age and Entropy”
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aver(sion)age
Biological ramparts furnished a maze with trick mirrors, archetypes formatted to skin sacks stiffened their long faces And leveraged lips quivering, But a boy brought his stuffed rabbit along, down the hallway, including Tall glass, he dragged his bunny by the ears and mopped the floors clean of dust. Average, begins the dust bunny tomb.Continue reading “aver(sion)age”
