My mouth is dry unlike the weather – rain hammers onto my hood – flows off – there’s a waterfall in front of my face as I fast walk from where I’ve been. Angling my head to avoid the water brings brown strings of flesh scattered across the cement to my attention: worms, too many to count, all on their way like me.
Her self-deprecation had compounded into an Other inside of her head…
No one wants to accept that the person that they are would not put up with the person that they are.
A person only survives the danger they create for themselves by knowing what they are capable of.
Joe spent every moment of his missing something but never figured out what.
The Pines of Rome was a ship with a body of oak though the crew in possession of her had no way of knowing that…
To think that jammin’ was a thing of the past…
Aren’t we all keys on a player piano?
