blankness, heavy behind my eyes. i can feel thoughts struggling to form, almost, almost, heading to the forefront, moving like molasses, collecting into a pool and rising into a figure i can almost make it out - and it collapses onto itself, spills and separates. how long have i been sitting here? how long has … Continue reading Pre-Coffee
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Greenhouse
Surrounded by city smells, gas and fast food, bacon in the mornings, BBQ in the evenings, the noise, cacophony, beating at my ears not remotely near the desperate tapping of the pulse at my throat a tree canopy, startlingly green, marred by the zooming vehicles and the incessant beeping of the deafening, jarring, angry morning … Continue reading Greenhouse
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