she said the quiet had become too loud. all broken pencils and cracked chalkboards. in the relentless composite of want.
he built his bridges from the memories. hoping she would cross.
they spoiled in their friction. petulant children wanting another piece of candy.
she let the years overtake her. youth a fading treason.
they went there. all the miles churning like syrup. a sweet suffocation.
she was listening to the pain. dancing to its endless song.