This is a kind of aloneness, the kind that tastes like pulled teeth and steam coming off dragon scales and humid cat fur in the dark. My rosehips float in vinegar, alone.

Marin Hart

Months fold over me; I fold under them. These are the same months with different angles. I wet the corners of days with my tongue.

Seven Liu

 
 
Maybe this is why it wants to keep us here; it slows us down and spreads us out, trying to find a filler. 

Elliott Blake Hueske

Maybe this is why it wants to keep us here; it slows us down and spreads us out, trying to find a filler. 
                                 Adam Krasnoff