Wednesday 5/16/2018 11:41:00 PM

the sky weeps. solvent of body and mind. the ladder splits. and the sky retreats. a balloon on a broken string. destined for the sun.

it rains. too loudly. as we make our way through the flood. pretending we know where we're going.

the songs continue. much too softly. as we discard our dresses for something more intimate. it's easy to say it's over. much more difficult to prove it.

time betrays. loyal to no one. we climb. on fraying ropes. toward a ceiling of our own invention. the thieves who built these cages.

our bodies the hungry punctuation. in stories untold.

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