I imagine gliding into the humorless abyss. Sliding out of orbit and time until my atoms fall apart. From the prairie to an unsearchable void.
It's matte black while the fire crackles with her many voices, slipping around and around like an ended record.
I'm home now with the pizza.
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Under The Shallow Water: A Collection
Short StoryAn ongoing collection of poetry and prose.
