Fissure

Fissure - By: Erickson - Strands of desert – elongated yellow taffy. Pricks of trees – painted things. Another hour, windshield, gas. A forest before thoughts. - Cold AC - stings the edges of your face - your upper arm smoothly numb. The engine - roars as the car tilts up and smooths as the... Continue Reading →

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