Tuesday 6/16/2020 10:36:00 PM

the tunnel opens to the rain. the wilting staircases we climb still leading us downward. 

we're desiccated by time. brittle remnants of the strangers now residing in our skin. i shrug off the blood, but the pain still connects us. the drizzle in our thoughts that dampens. the sun on the horizon that is always moving further out of reach. 


death pretends. we're spoiled by its broken promises. 

we take the long roads that ultimately take us. we wander. searching for something we know isn't there. we bite the wind. as it stabs and grieves. we chew on what is gone and tremble at what we are left with. 

what we have lost defines us. puzzles of the flesh that still linger unsolved. 

time undoes those knots. but the ropes never forget. 

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