Stare up close to my bathroom mirror I notice the passageway is blocked. I see a string of clear web like silk obstructing much needed oxygen to the back of my head.
As Spring ejaculates new births, my heart burying itself under warm covers.
My 365 day fever reaches it’s peak.
My body is abrasively dragged down. My head, pushed down by an almighty weight. I’m fighting against it. Swimming hard to get back to the surface but I look down and my weighted heels…Read more