technoprayer
it wasn't quite enough. almost made it. it had promise and tried its best, but no cigar (or something like that). anyway...it needed help. so i put it in a basket.
something surrounding like jelly. something noticed only momentarily. something that isn't something at all.
prepared...i look out at the reporters. i tell it like i want it to be told. i answer questions if they are good ones. i step away.
a foot outside home. a kiss interrupted by awkward placement. not quite.
this is it. my place to escape. i cannot find it anywhere else. nothing will stand in my way. i must go through. touch. open. stare into the abyss.