stitch a seam across the eye.
flesh begets flesh photography. the soft siren who used to lure men to her and now that word is out sends them scampering. your ruby blue eyes have melted, but now you're reborn. elastic snaps. would you still dig me when i've been dug? my bones are brittle in the dust of what a million years under the sun can do and my flesh drips acrid lengths the sunrise king has missed in scavenging, but now i'm reborn. 15, 45. griffith begets femto begets griffith. the end of the world is no longer stars sweeping from the sky into the ocean, but trickling warheads floating like fireworks in reverse.
verily we roll along.
verily we roll along.