v.3 in Tick Tock

  • May 4, 2018, 10:11 p.m.
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The upside down sky is floating on the water again. I like the view. I can stare for one tiny eternity. My eyes buzz with the light, And the Stars talk to me. They sing when they’re of the music and they growl when the storms come. I bow my head to avoid their gaze when the buzzing gets too loud. I should cover my ears.

Brother Two thinks I need to return to the fold. Oh dear, no. I cannot venture back down that rabbit hole.

I would laugh except it’s not funny. It’s not funny at all.
(Off with their heads)


Last updated May 08, 2018


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