Tuesday 5/21/2019 11:07:00 PM

we are the compass. helplessly measuring the wind. we are the soil beneath the monsters' feet. tomorrow whispers. secrets. only skin can tell. we build our bridges with bone and blood. betrayed by distance. spoiled by conviction.

the tower sways in the storm. the candles tremble against our breath. the sparks stutter. the atoms collide. a chaos of moments roiling under our skin.

the fission of touch ignites. flesh erupts.

it's loud. always louder than it should be. those murmurs of surrender. as the end closes the gap. time on its tiptoes. choice in handcuffs.

the winter lingers. the cold decides us. in empty beds and broken kisses.

there is no beginning. no finish. only what is left.

Friday 5/10/2019 11:35:00 PM

tomorrow quietly limped away. no war. no epiphanies. just time ruthlessly spending flesh. vacant veins. broken bridges. all the callous math of having lived.


there are no stories to tell. no roads left to find. only the sun as it disappears into the horizon. only the years that we race to catch. no matter how far behind we've fallen.

nimble needles on the cusp of penetration.. tugging on hope's slender threads as they struggle to repair us.


the hours an anchor. the years a river. we drift. we sink  we swim.

we press the button. thinking they'll let us in. but those doors seldom open. and those windows rarely break.

let it rain she told herself. as the storm came into focus. let the clouds make it dark. let the weather boast its havoc.we're better when we're broken.

some things never change.

we'll always be small. in a world much too vast. we'll always be shouting at a these deaf pages.

Wednesday 5/01/2019 11:52:00 PM

the years gave chase as the hours bit down. the endless pursuit. time and flesh in a treacherous balance. choices like cobras coiled to strike. empty fangs. their venom drained.

the path showed itself. ink bleeding through to the other side of the paper. we only needed to turn the page.

the end wore its mask. the strange politics of touch. gambling on our reluctance to admit what is lost.

gravity choked. everything beneath us. nothing above.

we watched. as the moment collapsed. into a fury of forfeiture.

we danced. as the night waned into surrender. our battles measured in the smallest cuts.

our wars waged on the narrowest of bridges.

Sunday 4/21/2019 11:18:00 PM

the valley tore. the hill choked. we weren't lost, but we didn't know where we were going. it was an accident. everything is.

a maze of skin solving for bone.

the wind never tires, but we do. accumulating  distance. our bodies catapults. as the war inside continues. it's bankruptcy. these faltering muscles. mapping their empty roads.

we named each raindrop. we convinced the storm. that the flood was unexpected. that drowning had made us strong.

we shifted inside our shallow narrative. content to let the wolf devour the pigs. 

we stood in the doorway. unconvinced of what wait inside. we watched the candies melt. the wood go rotten. as our humanity pursed its lips. and we let ourselves forget the taste of hunger.

still we crossed its bridge. we peered into its windows. ambivalent thieves. unsure of what to steal.

4/14/2019 11:33:00 PM

the end broke. all dust and coils. like the last bullet in a centuries old war. the paper held. though the wind was fierce. we crawled inside our stories and pretended the everything was as small as we had always felt.

we spent our bridges on condoms and mouthwash.sick. with the idea of needing anyone else.

it's the horizon that confounds. the deceit of perspective. we can't see anything other than ourselves. the burden of our want.

the lines run thin and frantic. as they stretch to touch tomorrow. a hopscotch of flesh. to occupy the monsters below the surface.

we're small in gravity's shadow. we're lost in time's boast.

4/07/2019 11:24:00 PM

we gambled the sun. on wooden bridges and missing magicians. the illusion broke. the distance loud. as we listened for home. paper salamanders chasing plastic worms. in the spaces where we left the words out.

answers came and went. none of them stuck.

our voices melting ice. our fingers fraying ropes. as gravity yawned. and we fell softly. into the meat of the storm. arrogant with skin to barter. convinced of its wealth.

we ran to the music of want. stabbing at time with blunt knives.

we sold the math. still feeding trust's empty engine. long after it had died.

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