Short Stories

Edge of Novelty Is Uncertainty

Constant motion of houses
Roll over film memories
Left to degrade and rust
Because the shine of new

Its gnawing gleam entraps
My mind, the heat of
Destruction and the birth of
Novelty darkens

Every hair attention with
Eyes bulging from sockets
Seeking to see more
Veins expose a surly

My heart screams and
Air leaves me in the
Void space between here
And there with nothing

It lies, under my skin
Rising, risen, rose
Until finally I can

Settle into the earth

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