the moment stumbles. the hours measure. the eternity in each sigh. the enormity of every small touch. the frequent bridges that take us there and leave us stranded. in places to visit where we were never meant to stay.
the edge of the fire. a grin of ash and a snicker of burn. choice like a rampant fever tumbling through my veins.
the untold mechanics of passion and rot. that auction our skins to the highest bidder and leave us bankrupt.
a perpetual paradox of wolves with their fangs turned inside out.