Crossing linesover romanticized landmines,my heated pace pulses the ground. Turning sand hills to seaside,this wreckage, detonatingseconds in the surgeof eroded defenses. Lush discourse, ignitingsparks from the shrunken.Legends of our dawn emulsifyingapparitions of our loss. Swelled, now dispelledin duty. This frontlinedoes not mobilize madness;it commands wailingfrom our shallow beds. A fight that is ill timed.A dropped…

As we go, dictating our disastersupon the next limp leaf,time lapses, lingers (still),sounding off seconds like blastsin the announcement of our barren plea. We are first among those who cradle themselvesas common casualties.We hear stories of our predecessors occupying gravel bedsof rouge and ruin. Prioress, you rise to breatheflesh onto the bones, fur warming the…