Postmortem clarity

Enough, flesh. It’s time to let the electricity speak for itself. You’re burned through. Now, inhale the ash.

Miss Perfect Universe (1)

Her ritual was to walk and let the world change for her. She begged it, every day, to please, please, please, please change. Please refashion the world, right now, but this time totally differently, and all over again, from the very beginning. Resurrect from the earth, a virginal, untouched planet, tomorrow or maybe later this afternoon.