A SHORT STORY (E A C G B E, capo 2)
This is a short story because there isn’t much time. This is a reminder some jellyfish never die. This isn’t the end but it’s not the beginning. This isn’t true but it’s not false either.
The morning was soft. Felt like it would crumble under our footsteps. And when we ran outside it did. The screen door slammed and the garden shook. The driveway unravels and it just goes on and on.
This is a short story because there’s not much time. It’s a long walk home but it’s a warm night. This isn’t the end, the start, the first or last or the middle. This is a short story.
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