Saturday 10/08/2016 12:43:00 AM

the moment dies in a fury of skin. softly touch submits to lingering glances. swift dolls in hungry parcels. wearing the sun in pillows and paperclips. sagging scars and loose dresses.

it whispers. in the simple panic of when. while i let it suffer. as loudly as it cuts.

an army of soldiers. humbled by their wars.

it stings. needles ripe with choices. it remembers. quietly the sober gives chase. in torn pages and smeared ink. voices lost to circumstance and cowardice.

slouching bridges peddle the horizon in pennies and promises. resolved to the truculent architecture of lovers and friends.

broken skin. solving for sinew. the whisper of gravity. deciding how far we'll fall next.

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