Sunday, June 29, 2014

night swims

I panicked that some unidentified shape was a turkey. How typical. Everything unidentified is a fucking turkey. My breath keeps hitching because of my lung incapacity. Nearly vomited just walking up, let alone surfacing up from water. In nothing than a second of a snap, I knifed through my unrelenting frailty. I succumbed to the infallible hole. My breath keeps hitching and my chest is stupid. I don't understand this. Like a sick repetitive cycle I still deniable clutch on. I can barely look away.

ARCHIVE, FUCKERS (for Ace-like purposes)