Eternity tags: plainsight

Across from the endless, she sat. Spat upon all that could not pontificate without remorse. Each door slamming, each banal dashboard coming as fast as the speed of light, (death is such a quick thing), each dance with the wild tiger, gyrated a scurvy moment—after the molten—into a dream of consequence. Who were they that thought so much of themselves? Those who dragged spider web hairs from an unadorned face. Their lips leak broiling accusations. Who were they in their lack of commitment, eng…