669.

Bent machinery
crouches over the docks in
a sea's protection.

668.

The sky a hungry
beast, sending its stars out to
eat children alive.

667.

The sound of his voice
coming up through that chest feels
like a heart's echo.

666.

How do we give up
on an entire town's past
and just move away?

665.

The lonely lives of
people in cars, always left
leaving, not staying.

664.

A memory held
in magic that disbelieves
its modern repeat.

663.

What an odd note to
hold up history by
an entire faith.