Dawn In The Parking Lot of Average Dreams - A Poem
Dark Gravel
Flattened Cardboard Burger Boxes
Used Bandaids
Slabs of Tire Rubber
Splintered Toothpicks
Exploded Ketchup Packets
Dark Gravel
Flattened Cardboard Burger Boxes
Used Bandaids
Slabs of Tire Rubber
Splintered Toothpicks
Exploded Ketchup Packets
...that the cruel joke is that prisons and cliffs share the same architecture: an edge you’re afraid to cross. The only way to learn which one you’re standing on is to step forward and trust gravity to reveal the truth.