Its thinnest ribbon of light, gleaming only ever so slightly.

Slips through the subconscious, existing no more than the leaves that fall on an Autumn day;

Animated only by external disturbances. Influences, perhaps.

As if the stars

disappear behind,

are engulphed in,

The city sky.





Their targeted direction.

That wide eyed shock.

Deer in the headlights; freezing in the moment for far too long;

When in truth, the world was still moving.

Just as time reliably dictates.


If you push and I pull, we do nothing?






About Emmy

Cats. Dogs. Vegan? Philadelphia folk no longer. View all posts by Emmy

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