I woke up today on another plane of existence. Halfway across the world, it's tomorrow for a tidal flood of cadets eager to die. The graveyard they leave behind lacks headstones or purpose.
A long-lost lover is waiting for me like a guttersnipe under the untrimmed hackberry tree when I return home. I grab her arm with great restraint, and murmur of missing how nice it is to see her again.
9:11 p.m. - 2016-05-02
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