Thursday, September 29, 2016

Lava Dream: The Crush

She was half alive. Half were gone. I see them in the faces. Family strangers. The volcanoes call. Their icy tips. Safe foundations. Anything can grow with a little water. Welcome to the planet. Please behave. She was not crushed. Sage smells strongest. I ask her when life will end. She thinks asking is so ridiculous. But I did not say a word.

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