Squander.

Crinkled.

Rice paper fought through with fist throat and nail. Voiced

. Guttural.

Slipping in and falling out between the cracks.

of broken teeth becoming warm. Precious and vilified simultaneously. This is a commodity that cannot be ignored

if only for the fleeting of the taste of crash.

You're broken

Jau


nty.

Worshiped for the time it must have been. Led up to.

Led on through. Let up and then find yourself let down.

There's something here to this. I tell myself convinced if only for a second.
The same one it takes you to lift a glass.

For dust to settle.

And disappear.