Summits. They are always just beyond the next ridge. Just beyond this next heartache. Just beyond the unbearable loneliness. Just beyond the empty loss.
Fireworks burst in my mouth. Bright lights leak from between my teeth, and my lips are cracked with liquid rubies spilling from their torn scabs. By moon fall I escaped the talons of wild beasts; slipped through their cages of ribs. At sun drop I arrived by way of a poached lion ...