Monday 12/11/2017 01:02:00 AM

The traffic choked. The bridges stumbled. Distance measured in the collapse of hope. It went much higher than I thought it would when I took the first step.

I was above. I fed the shadows. Small bites of panic we stole from the fist of when.

I went below. I fed the angles. Drops of blood from the wounds we left in how.

The years elapsed. Deflated songs. Skin convinced. In jagged cuts. And tender scars.

The path was loud. I could not hear anything else. Only the weep of the stones under our feet. Consumed by lost.

The moment sharp against time's faded backdrop. As we wagered the miles against lingering storms.

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