Floating, Falling

My lungs have dried to crisp and crunch.
My heart has chilled. My bones have browned.
I’m floating, I’m falling, I’m trampled to dust.

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Written in response to Ink in Thirds’ Three Line Thursday Prompt: Fall

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Lisa

Hello! My name is Lisa. I find the human condition fascinating and I often write stuff about that. I blog at zenandpi.com but you can also find me on Twitter, Tumblr, and Instagram, and if you like what I do, consider signing up for my newsletter. Thanks :)

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