Perhaps the real reason,
so many people,
fear the footsteps above them,
is not because they actually have…
Fear
If I do this,
can’t turn back.
The leaf can’t
unfall…
To the bandaid from my wrist,
that ended up on the trash bag
I filled with 5 cent recyclable…
The ghost of the oven.
The stalactite rounded channel.
Haunts my wrist…
A curious thing,
that can grow infinitely…
The first time a phoenix,
goes up in flames,
it must be terrifying…
I wonder what really lives down there,
under the oceans and seas,
hiding in the dark and depths…
I put together the stories,
usually the night before,
and send them off…
When panic sets in,
jump to work as fast as you can,
if there’s something you can do…
