its late afternoon. the colours of the sky approach a pale orange with silver linings. its dusty, humid, and leaf by leaf sweep across the street in a hurried drunkenness. its a one horse town….
Monthly Archives: December 2008
i killed Misty
i changed gears i accelerated. i saw a flash of white, only a moment less than a moment before, like a dog ravaging bones, like a hungry bird tearing its prey, i felt the small,…
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