Cradle #Whatever

The fire burns through drywall layered against our supports and they soften with heat. For a moment they bend and I feel a part of the sky, apart from structure and weight.

Screams should remove me from the reverie, but my mind leaves them secondary, because in a second this cradle will fall.

(That’s not a hashtag by the way. It’s number. This is a series but I don’t know what number I’m on.)

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