Crude oily skin, ripped from a furious and confident opponent. He isn’t what you want out of your own destiny. Rudimentary gazes, this maker you knew once before is distant as the winds on a callous morning in Summer. Sounds echo, only to reveal a slender peak of mountain towering in your consciousness. Do you have what it takes to unlatch your collar from the one that stares into you with a calamitous whisper. He doubles his winnings, as you trail behind he waits for you to while you quiver feverishly in isolation.
Contributor- Chris Ballenger