Wednesday 12/16/2015 12:24:00 AM

the distance overtakes her. bent forks skipping rope. footprints spread like a fever. the edge sings softly. songs she's heard too often. the jagged maps of little girls on their way to forever.

the hours give chase, rabid epiphanies erupt much too sober.

alone rots her from within. a chaos of corners as red as memory.  a symphony of decay. a panic of when. skin's quiet rebellion. love's loud surrender. such as we are. stick figures and ragdolls in tuxedos and torn dresses.

feet search the wind. the road whispers. the bridge chokes. miles measure skin in fading echoes. such as we are. such as we've been. flames chewing on dwindling wicks.

the wolf whimpers. the drug howls. the small wars keep growing.

cracks in the flesh that fail to bleed. a divided highway. no speed limit.

the distance sighs. a road to cross. nowhere to be. the story tells her. shorter than she remembers. longer than she feels.

she gets lost. rusted knives and torn parachutes. gather their breadcrumbs. as if there was somewhere before this.

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