Someone elses' record collection

I have fallen she whispered; Stumbled across dusty ground, Half full of heart-beats that last forever, Sick with my own silent lung-shreiks and their stiff, metallic fear and the strange black-hole tug at my sinews. Crumbling, she choked, I have held my breath, Waiting gravel-grazed and stunned for a sunbeam to dance over my cheek.

For first adventures

For Ebbie