a single red line if paint runs up and down the decrepit wall. two children stand on either side of it and reach towards each other endlessly in the heat.
We will continue to be as close to dead as we can be until the danger finally passes, sticking our fingers into glowing holes in the wall and hiding our breath underwater, scrunching up our noses and squeezing our eyes tight
The gold in the room gleams and runs gentle fingers along my eyelids and the pillars holding up the glass and the vines
I dip my hands into twin holes in the ground and pull at the roots and watch the sand move warily but it does nothing to my heart or the black dust in my throat
I try to spit into my own eyes but I just get more granite and limestone caught in my braces and in between my teeth
He swiped the dust away from the monitor with his nails, the sun bounced off of it and he coughed, “Hot singles in your area!”
a crooked picture on the wall: foreshadowing for when my evil plots come to the light
her name is death (I knos this because it says so on her doggy collar it has pink spikies on it it’s very cute) and she is a large white wolf that eats fire and also she is immortal and has gold teeth
Five men sitting in foldable chairs in a circle, with black eCigarettes hanging from their lips with glowing tips at the end burning the same color as their blindfolded eyes; blue, green, green, blue, and red.