The Absense of Strangers

the precision overwhelms her. the science bullies. a consensus of pain. a machine of skin. hungrier than the source.

she bargains with the colors. she negotiates the want. a petition of beautiful girls manages her nausea.

she worships the obvious gods. convinced of their impotence.

the slope. an infinite disease. the climb. an impeccable consequence. small knots in the rope that gathers us from the bottom.

the terrible positions that bids us start. the awful finish that spoils our pause.

her temporary voice. like burnt rubber and poorly combusted gas. an elaborate bridge. only broken by an always hungry war.

she understands there are heroes. though she's unclear  how they differ from villains.

colors run in  the rain like perfect murders.