Flat Briss
The screens fall to reveal looms. I would have used a loom, silent act of calling. Dapper winds. The glass would shatter but hold its shape.
This is about Shabbat; tonight we're going to finish. Brad, I bet your skull is perfect. Dip into light, Glass--take control of your coffin.
This is about Shabbat; tonight we're going to finish. Brad, I bet your skull is perfect. Dip into light, Glass--take control of your coffin.

1 Comments:
i'm honoured to possess a skull which fits your poem adeptly.
keeponfrockininthefeelworld
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