I feel like Carbon today. = (

Carbon-made, found her at the end of a chain.

"Time to race," she said. "Race the downhill.
"
Behind crystalline irises, loons can dive where the world bleeds white.

Just keep your eyes on her. Keep, don't look away.

Keep your eyes on her horizon.

Bear claw, free fall, a gunner's view. Black and blue. Shred in ribbons of lithium.

Blow by blow, her mind cut in sheets, layers deep, now unraveling.

Just keep your eyes on her. Keep, don't look away.

Keep your eyes on her horizon.

Get me Neil on the line.

No, I can't hold.

Have him read "Snow, Glass, Apples," where nothing is what it seems.

"Little Sis, you must crack this," he says to me, "you must go in again.
"
Carbon-made only wants to be unmade.

Blade to ice.

It's double-diamond time.

Keep your eyes on her. Keep, don't look away.

Keep your eyes on her horizon.