Idk why the first try would be my only first time. Pride reflects in a glint of gray that withers familial obligations, or what it ever meant to begin with. But for this I have bled every lucid dream bone and flesh apart, and fluttered away into a cloth of cracked butterfly wings, mid-flight across this fairytale landmark. The one place I would be allowed to make the only mistakes I can ever make again, until the finality of time tiptoes along the crevice edges of Saturn.
The punishments fit the crime with precise measurements, and ruthless blows that strike across every smiling gawked at photograph and embrace from Mama that isn't mine. Another silent cry to Saturn that begs to accelerate its affliction of nothing, unforgiving that a time long forgotten stands still just for me, and me only.
