Walk across a make believe shore. With damp, dust-painted sand creeping between your toes. Sky flocked with faded thunderclouds, you tell yourself. So you buy cheap-ass sparklers. To give that scene some life. Only to find people of the same fate. Already holding up their sparklers. You tell me how it feels.

Tuesday, March 4, 2014. Saturday, February 15, 2014. Thursday, January 2, 2014.

It had been sculpted from trees. And woven in my mind. It had been the dust. It had been the bullet. As it had been the trigger. But not too far away. It stayed for as long. As these words are harm. 21 an attempt at haiku.

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