Dear Esther (№ 329776)

In those eyes reflected the headlights, too long in the tunnels of my bottomless island. Sea creatures floated to the surface, but no gulls to carry them to her nest. I was stationary in the outdoor and looking, eyes looking at himself. I have become an infected leg, my tracking lines form an accurate map of the intersections on the M5. I will snap at mid-thigh and fall to my Esther.