Tears are snowflakes in the sea. Always seem so out of place. Rulers snapping knuckled pride. The sticker of a wheelchair hanging from my rear-view mirror. A crimson, clotted admonition.
Frailty becomes a crime.
Cadaver dregs of waltzing limbs I harbor as a shallow candle barely burning in the sand. My diary a telescope on very foreign submarines. Pressurizing anger's draft and hungry for a place to land. This sloughing stuff. Cathartic urine on the page.