7.6.18

Beaten to a fault,
possibility ruptures.
A disruptive fragrance
spreads throughout the gears.
All ears fill with static.
I’ve ridden this wave
of erratic behavior
farther than I had any right to.
Now that night is closing in,
I suppose it’s time I pay my dues.

-r. miller

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