Thursday 9/24/2020 11:11:00 PM

someday comes and goes. we hardly notice. the missing flesh. the bones exposed. someday whispers. while we steep in our diseases. the balance slowly shifting. less a person. more a ghost. 

i found her too late. i wasn't looking. i knew her only by blood. a wisp of paper caught in a hurricane.  she dissolved into the depths of her causality. 

the fervent contrition of loyalty and circumstance. 

her voice disappeared. her choices crumbled. the rancid memories all that remained. tomorrow sneered as she gazed at the horizon. too far away to see where our choices intersect. 

her life raindrops melting into the sand. 

all the lies we used. all the false hope. all the comfort in denial. all of it gone.

butterflies with missing wings. cockroaches stripped of their shells.

the tender marrow that is her life irrevocably exposed. 

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