Monday 3/13/2017 11:50:00 PM

the seldom whispered. virulent with paradoxes. she wore the journey in razors. and her choices like bandages.

her happiness a brief eclipse.barely there. then gone again. a bridge of ice cracking under with weight of winter.

tomorrow unwilling. unable to exceed. the limitations of egg shells and syringes. the quiver of memory like raw yolks. the intensity of want distributing its careless medicines,.

there is no measure of miles. no span of bridge. ample to decide how far we've gone. how steep the descent.

only a garrsion of grief. like soldiers steeped in war. only the heavy weapons of loss. that pretend to know our scars. .

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