January 5, 2017
Itís something that likes To eat. Well Thatís how it started out. Now It just lies there on the floor. Itís a weight on my chest as if I were lying there beneath it. It slumped over me, melting into the carpet Like cheese on a hot burger. Well, I did say it liked to eat. I should be done here, my fingers All aflutter, finger pads drumming on knuckles. It is coming after me again. Not that it ever went away. It is just that Sometimes I forget and get some peace That way. Me listening to Moonlit Trees.