look what we did

spill

capital g

good grief

better than bad grief.

//

Bethany looks into his turning black circles, suppressing a sigh. They didn't seem so dark now as they held their gift. Not opaque, but something worthy of conquering, and she would try.

#

the future comes like a stampede, and we are its trampled victims.

7500 light years away

behind the dust, more stars.

carina nebula

star birth/death

excerpt

I worry those nights that he sits, hours, turning the key over in his hands. He treats the end of the key like the overbite on a child. Gnarly overhanging teeth and the jaw that wasn't there.