My mouth tastes of pennies today and I swallow hard, try to swallow it all down.
But the pennies keep growing until they stick in my throat and the sunset I thought so beautiful a few days ago, just seems to predict doom now. My teeth clatter on the metal and I'm afraid to open my mouth. It's keeping me locked up in my lonely cavern once more until I can chew through it or spit it out.

champagne in a paper cup

It's a January of overseas friends and long lost common cackles, piercing sun rays, flowers picked at 8am, lavender rubbed between fingertips, projects of whimsy to unwhimsical deadlines, heartbeats that race, magic that appears in photographs, beer filled afternoons and not a moment to stop and breathe. I run down a pier and take the biggest jump, free falling and delve into a cool embrace. Breathing is easier down here.
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