you seem better today she said folding her arms across bandages
his lack of response in the mornings wasn’t uncommon
what was was the humming and the grinding of teeth
i don’t think you appreciate the lengths i give you
i give you enough to run to walk to play to explore
you failed to mention you pulled off one of my wings before hand and put a razor thin slit in the other she said staring out the window.
grey was the colour of the months it was always there watching quietly making notes and tutting
all the ropes are measured precisely and cut you know that.
the dogs have stopped biting, the barbed wire is recoiling.
The steam still scorches though doesn’t it she responded
this was a new type of game?
it is the gentlest restriction I can allow but again you know that
stop being magnetic flux
stop being a cup of 1/2 pennies
a hand can turn into a fist pretty fucking quickly
Photo: imploding_vacuum_tube , high speed air flash gap [ from image hoard]