Ron Gibson, Jr.
The madmen gather at the beginning of the end of this sentence. They hold onto their baggage, physical and emotional, because the weight keeps them still. Safe. Their roots anchor into the train platform of this paragraph. Over the horizon, a long, murderous wail of regret rises up, and their black thoughts scatter and flee, wild ellipses blistering the roof of the mouth of creation. Emptied, their bodies continue to hollow, waiting for their best selves to return to their skins.
Ron Gibson, Jr. has previously appeared in Stockholm Review of Literature, Cheap Pop, New South Journal, Jellyfish Review, Whiskeypaper, Easy Street, Noble / Gas Quarterly, Harpoon Review, Spelk Fiction, Entropy Magazine, and others. @sirabsurd