Black Sand

Slowly pull them out, those little spindling strings connecting every part.

Pretty.

They reach to every corner, wormholes spilling out my chest cavity.

Something scary something deep.

I dream.

Beyond me, beyond you. There’s something twisting, helix auras drumming synchronistic melodies.

Violins.

All of life’s a fantasy.

 

 

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