Hard night, you’re in my breathing now. Come with me, since you have no choice,since you’ve been, in a way, abducted. Every breath will demonstrate my power. We move through a forest of crickets. Their tiny bodies are elderly, arthritic;they sense the fall already moving in, who were babies just yesterday, who were children at dawn. They stiffen into clothespins. […]
Source : The Forest of Crickets
