Thursday, September 13, 2018


the sludge reached the second floor
Wednesday, I think it was
we tossed the last of the witches in
with suitable words and gestures
but it kept on rising
we broke out onto the roof
saw nothing else
every direction
bubbling brown goo
we no longer could sprout wings
something you lose
when you make the choices we did
no choice left now
we dove in

everything was fine

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