Do You Really Think the End Will Be that Obvious?

Hooded in sweatshirt overcast, cardboard box frays and spills out caramel specks to punctuate the close step saunter, leading from the refrigerator to the front porch. Blood showcases age based on the hue leaking in accordance to the curator’s transformation. Fall leaves break and resound like a throat gurgling pop-rocks and coke, missteps are accidentalContinue reading “Do You Really Think the End Will Be that Obvious?”

Free FALL

Compact cars align the cul de sac, spine parallel along a pine tree, semi-truck careens into the neighborhood and its frequency transfers to wood, while the truck rounds out the horseshoe and vibrates the trunk, shakes her spine like a yacht navigating nervous waves.  Spine enters indoors, her clock-face wields a mustache, but she thinksContinue reading “Free FALL”