Locked onto the website locked onto me, trying to fill a gap of information i travail ropes that tinker the command comes too late, a shot rings out i disappear into the body of one that walked beside me, once the tears are instead a tenseness i cant wring out of my self my legs in particular crack starting from a certain height but the conviction in me that demands i climb then jump refuses that crack i am full of songs i dont satisfy and aches i displace in search of other aches bitter bigger better aches that fill the part of me that knows nothing else i laugh hoping to be laughed at laughed out of my misery which i dare say wont happen even now my eyes genuinely burn, bright and weary to type this as i am searching a knowledge that can hale me completely or in pieces a distinction i lack to make all of me an acre of loss since something on any patch of land grows
Anneken is from Germany. A part-time researcher, part-time writer, and full-time watcher of city falcons.
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