sorry for the (imminent) delay folks but the pilot committed suicide this morning

and we found his body in the flower bed. laying face down with ferns poking at his neck and the weeds tickling his bare sides. he snuggled deeper into the increasingly warm earth as he drew and exhaled his final few breaths. ruby red trickling down from his temple and decorating his soft skin before pooling in the fertilizer and dirt. his hands were loose and lost loves in his back pocket. the sun will only get higher as the spring air dries up any last thirst and any last answers.


wishing (you) well