Mark J. Mitchell

ACCIDENT   Fall. Flat. Sky and faces. She waves. Don’t die, he hears. Silence. Cool clouds slide past his pain. An itch. Hurts some. Light in his dimming eyes. Closed. Flat. Sky-cold faces wave. Two dice rattle his backbone. Don’t nod. Don’t try to move. Breathe it says. Pronounce your name. Flatted sky falls. Face. […]