Ack! (NaPoWriMo 14 - Day 12)
Altruism. A hand-held device, intercepting attacks. Is it really my fault if our Ship is off tack? It’s said powerful lovers have the most tact, but if you were to tell me, I’d tell you that’s stacked. I wrack my brain for some kind of slack and I love so strongly, you all think I’m cracked. See, Triumph, she found me, I’m chipped and I’m tracked, and I can run all I want but she’ll still pull me back. I can’t eat heart-break, it’s an invalid snack, if I could all these years, I’d be fat, that’s a fact.