Sad Labels:
introspect
We were icing the bruisers in the carpet. Sunken cupcakes all around. We were debating with the vaccine. Like we had a choice. Born with the needles in our veins.
I had ripened in the dark. Without ever wondering what else there might be. I knew there would be people. Like him. If I went out there.
The moon was barking loud against an army of sunsets. Knowing it would win. But not without losing something.
She was someone else before them.
And will be after.
Should the vaccine ever prove itself viable again.