Entry 1

a churning underbelly

a glance of fluid upon skin

a deadening purpose runs rampant

through fabric and space and time

(something, something, something)

each tiny flick grows the world closer

the length of the width of an eyelash

pulling you, me, and i

taut...

(something, something, somebody)

in which every passing moment kills another,

in which every breath stopped cold,

did your eyes truly deceive you? as you say...

or your mind push from the truth?

(something, somebody, someone...)