her head wilted into the crook of his shoulder- waiting to be taken apart
for diagnostics.
the circuitry was buzzing quietly. only the blue lights
and one orange switch
were left blinking.
outside the window, things were trembling billions of years away.
outside the window- the vacuum drank slowly
from what was left inside.
they had arrived at destination.whatever that means.
she didn't look up.
he couldn't.
Jun 2, 2016
Jun 2, 2016 at 1:30 PM UTC
her head wilted into the crook of his shoulder- waiting to be taken apart
for diagnostics.
the circuitry was buzzing quietly. only the blue lights
and one orange switch
were left blinking.
outside the window, things were trembling billions of years away.
outside the window- the vacuum drank slowly
from what was left inside.
they had arrived at destination.whatever that means.
she didn't look up.
he couldn't.
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