mason jar of tears
nothing is wrong. everything is wrong.6.09.2006
Part 4.
She hears the rapid punch of pinking shears coming from behind. Trees blur and the cars on the highway stand still. This is not the right train and dust is collecting, forever and ever on a box on a shelf in a burned down house.
She debarks and walks quickly through the maze of commuters with her elbows locked for impact with any moving target in line with her mean trajectory. "Do I have a conscience? Am I dreaming”?
She hears the rapid punch of pinking shears coming from behind. Trees blur and the cars on the highway stand still. This is not the right train and dust is collecting, forever and ever on a box on a shelf in a burned down house.
She debarks and walks quickly through the maze of commuters with her elbows locked for impact with any moving target in line with her mean trajectory. "Do I have a conscience? Am I dreaming”?
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