You know that moment? That sweet hanging precipice, the sharp edge our words can live on until someone tips their hand, pushes those final sealing words, toppling to the ground; a blood sacrifice, pretending we didn’t prick our tongues, prayed to the gods, to make it not so? And all that potential, clatters echoing intoContinue reading “Potential”
Testing out some poetry, that will hopefully be turned into a comic, or song, or maybe it’ll just exist in this little bubble. I want to leave a piece of me, however small; I want you to have it.