mckalice
I don't have any sisters.
The signs blaze their verses. Bright and lurid. Stars of the cities.
It was struck and it splintered into thousands of pieces. In only a split second.
Yummy, but too many crumbs. And I'm not going to stick the whole thing in my mouth.
Fling me into tomorrow. I can't stay stuck in today.
We don't like to talk about it.
The only thing that cleans without getting itself dirty in the process.
I want a minimalist life. So little, with such depth.