Maybe I’m losing weight, or maybe I’m losing my sense of the ground.
I’m stretching with the corn pounded into the wheat, a crop circle I’m levitating a leviathan over.
I’m a steady diet of atmosphere, blue sky bones to lift.
I’m a sheep to my gravity’s shepherd.
I pray.
And the continents follow suit.
Joseph Bouthiette Jr. is a prosperous and preposterous young craftsman of the atmospheric and horrific. He is a regular writer for Dynatox Ministries, including a short story collection and several upcoming anthologies, as both editor and contributor. When not writing, Joe creates music under the name Vehemoth and is an avid board gamer.
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