865.

Such odd circuition
trapped within the folds of each
small relationship.

864.

Here, adrift in an
ocean of stuttered and missed
communications.

863.

A living body
hollowed out and filled back
with a machine's heart.

862.

Kill, consume, or use -
the mantra of the seasoned
abuser. Human.

861.

Ironic that our
lives persist in the face of
continual death.

860.

The sole barriers
torn down and dressed up to warm
our dying cockles.

859.

A million lonely
trees left to stand sentry, bare
of skin and foilage.