kill chain

“And maybe in a year, I will learn to love the fear.” — Adult Mom, “Survival”

Self-portrait, Washington, DC (March 2012)

Blank noise. Breathe quickly, but quietly.
The biggest trees are abandoning their place.
Machines have yet not mastered human hands.
The gaze performs. Daffodils brag upon bloom.

The Greek god of sleep is death’s brother.
Nothing is ever really buried.

Author: ginger k. hintz

All the suspense of being on your knees, heaven spread.

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