I dreamt over rocks at the Asbury tomb that you jumped from the top of the log flume, and they gathered like wolves on the boardwalk below. Theyre howling for answers. No wolf could know that I charged at the waves with a glass in my hand. I was tossed like a ball at the bottle stand. And I landed beside your remains on the stone, where you cold fingers wrapped around my ankle bones. Maybe ten feet away was a star thousands of times of the size of our Sun exploding, like tiny balloons youd throw darts at.
Posted on: Fri, 15 Aug 2014 07:26:10 +0000
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