Attacked on all sides, the claws clicking out - jaws snapped wide. Scatter backwards up a vertical pole extending to air. Freedom safety, guilt, remorse. Sometimes, you get to the top, you wish you hadn't climbed all the way. Because now you can't get back down.
posted by seg at 3:30 AM
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This is such an original and ironic little phrase that I won't look at street signs and light poles in the same way for days.
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