Written by Jacob Ibrag
I’ll follow her till I can’t see beyond the
iris. Blinded by empty promises. She grabs
hold of my attention, waving her finger in
my peripheral. Derailed, match made with
fated gravity. Going down, accepting this
new reality. She’s watching from the side,
smiling as another one hitches his last ride.
Eyes + Words 
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