Monday 10/22/2018 11:02:00 PM

the distance expired. as the miles devoured her. the wind shoved. the sun whispered. of winters to come. of summers eclipsed.

she jumped. negotiating with gravity. falling peacefully. as the bottom effortlessly swallowed her.

she ran. chasing the horizon. the fundamental protagonist. neither victor nor victim. just a small scratch on the window pane of progress.

how softly we surrender. circumstance much louder than choice. the colors of the angles stalled. as the vertices confess. flesh like rubber bands. touch like vinegar. as the moments collide. and the intersections collapse.

no windows on the glass. no doors on the locks.

just footsteps. and the places they collect.

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