serrated edge
halves a whole
accident: resin
clots, phlegm
gesticulates,
a whole plot
pushed aside
in pursuit of
a sole night's
victories.
a day brings
bravado, a few
dozen purchases,
another busted
lung-vault.
serially slipping,
my upslope
momentum stalls
one starving night
at a time,
testing the supposed
speed of a
free-fall.
no end to it!
and still so much
money to spend.
testing the supposed
speed of a
free-fall.
no end to it!
and still so much
money to spend.
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