all souls.

rocky petal heaven heaving whims of cherry. she asks your name. you are a boy on a block on a lake. you see the foul can of soiled iced tea drifting back and forth around your charming toes. some souls become dirty, letting life fall on them at the bottom of a lake. because it feels good. some are naked victims of nature, pushed toward the drains. some ache with hunger to be a part of it all. all souls are here, breathing heavily between your hands and hers. one hundred twenty seconds of staring. staring at a fixed thought.