With the taste of crystals.

Not just at first glance.

My life, my life. I’m coming alive.

I’m ready for the dance.

I need it like my last breath.

I’m nourished. I flourish.

It hits sooner and sooner.

The footprints left behind with trash.


There’s a clean up crew, at least.

The do their job, so I can do mine.

Perspective is everything.

See through skin.

I love the heartbeat.

From a whisper to tachycardia.

It’s all a smooth ride to me.

The wind in the sails of my pirate ship.

It keeps me in first place.

Pure to taste. Delicate (and painful) to touch.

Ah, there’s my friend.

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