Thursday, May 14, 2015


as ridiculously late as the trigger was, my flash fiction friday #54; [inclusions]trigger: ring, fling, sing, string

sometimes, you die
and don’t know why
or how
or who
just that there is a hole
where your insides should be
and you empty
a fling now unflung
navelstring unstrung
abruptly done
no fizzle
no fete
nor parting ways satisfied, conditions well met
instead an ambush split you wide open
ears ringing
blood singing
you try not to fall into a million pieces
and fall into a black hole instead.

walk good.


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