ASoA #7: Landfills Of Extinct Possibility
The clouds attacked, slowly obscuring everything.
We took out our eyes and pretended we could see.
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The waters rose as if transcending.
I tread water to the point of exhaustion.
Pressure squeezes the breath of life.
I suck so hard I might be blowing.
Comment by I have a needle prick — On 10-14-05 at 8:26 pm