This week, we’ve thrown form out the window and decided to let you write your own ending. Or, at the very least, write the last few lines. Of course, you have to not get bored first, but … we think you can do it.
dangle
dangle, with a shame so shallow it redeems a broken soul, lost; if only for the intensity of the statement, stark white against a backdrop of a life lived in black. dream, to an arched nose so delicate, it perches on endangerment; An orchid in the midst of humans radiating my dream back to me.