The Wistful Skyline
The glass was already cracking when I woke up, a thin, jagged web spreading across the surface of the monitor like frost on a winter window. I did not move. I lay in the narrow cot in my cubicle, the fabric of the sleeping bag stiff against my back, and watched the fracture lines multiply. They were beautiful, in the way that only things which are breaking can be beautiful. They caught the...
0 Comentários 0 Compartilhamentos 62 Visualizações 0 Anterior