Sunday 5/28/2017 12:56:00 AM

the when is low. the how is high. missing bridges span the gap between. the shriek of surrender. the roar of triumph.

the pattern stutters. tomorrow's empty vise. hungers for something to hold.

i couldn't say. didn't even try. to measure the weight. or to quantify. the distance between. how and why.

the little dog. the desperate stray. all blood and numbers. perspective. all math and panic. as the lines converge. as the horizon scrapes her chin. and the last of her scabs give way to fresh skin.

the loudest corners suddenly silent. the deepest colors all, but faded.

the ugly chore of letting go. slowly sinking in.

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