They shoot up through the soles of their feet once the veins in their arms are all used up. They shoot up in their necks like the cows on the African Savannah

am i a coin

A dirtied light falls through/ the grimed windowpanes.

A woman sitting on her haunches curbside at the parade with her skirt hiked up, eating funnel cake and rubbing up against the addicts beside her, while yellow and red balloons get loose from her grasp and go drifting past the faces of

In an area of high winds and strong convictions, I have lived among the ever-changing crowd that is always the same. I must have died overnight, and now my wings are flapping in my own face. I used to be an owl, a night owl, to be sure

We all// fall short and fail.

He leans forward across the cafe table, holding both of her hands, and tries to kiss her on the lips, but she pulls back, making him beg for it. Then she kisses the top of his downturned head. Beg for it he will, and she knows it. Now he

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