1.
Stands, fingers wrapped around
this moment, spits snowflakes
into the sand and turns towards Alaska.
2.
Grapples with thought, as it flees
from the nest; solemn-spoken,
spreads it's wings, burrows like
a shovel into the frigid night sky.
3.
Falls. Raining eyeballs, Snowing
bloody noses. Features numb,
pressed against sharp, white sand.
Attempts to stand. Fails. Thinks "Fuck,
There's a violin playing the same song somewhere."















Comments
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CRAZYAWESOME.
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stop destroying the planet.
it's where i keep all my stuff.
you'resosmart. :]
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CRAZYAWESOME.
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