June 2010
1 post
weaken your lungs
This is a story about desiring to prematurely sink your teeth into the fruits of your labour when it’s not yet your time…or something.
My eyes are dripping from something sublime miles away from my feet. I can barely get my lids to dip below the half-way point, exposing the black to the hazy rays holding their attention. I stopped blinking days ago. “There it is” I said out loud,...