Written by Emily Harstone | November 2, 2016
Fallen and I can’t get up.
Like frosted petals, a delicate death.
The rapture comes at inopportune times.
His childish pursuits were left behind.
just ridin’ along,damn black ice
Then, there was this glass wall.
I will get that road runner!
So cold. Where are we? Mom!
The abduction took our oldest citizen.
It’s not your end. Roads continue.
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Fallen and I can’t get up.
Like frosted petals, a delicate death.
The rapture comes at inopportune times.
His childish pursuits were left behind.
just ridin’ along,damn black ice
Then, there was this glass wall.
I will get that road runner!
So cold. Where are we? Mom!
The abduction took our oldest citizen.
It’s not your end. Roads continue.