Inventory #414: Fragrance sample



I look surprised, but that’s just the role someone gave me; I saw this coming all over the horizon, your face, so when the maze began to flood, I swam in the clues, I clung to the big ones and let them save me. Survival feels almost as good as predicting the future, as picking up all the glass in one fluid motion. Two shots ring out—in my head or in real time?—the shots are open to interpretation. They are turning from sound into real things, little shards of a stronger feeling than mine.