Tuesday 7/18/2017 12:32:00 AM

corners spent. on too much distance. the urgent now. louder still. the end came and went. in scrapes and trembles. in flakes of bone and puddles of spit.

as we named the monsters. and convinced ourselves to love them.

all the weak diseases that flourish in our hysteria.

near enough she thought. as the end came into focus. all thick tinder and loose claws. the steps several. the fall immediate.

time she argued. as it shouted back. soiled pillows in pristine beds. little nails in the structure of big bridges. the warning was subtle. the collapse was not.

the angles take shape. howling as they do. flesh preaches from its hungry pulpit. tender predators chase the wounded.

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