Monday 10/29/2018 10:54:00 PM

the open bridges ached. ragdolls in the storm. as the distance pounded its fists. miles spreading like a plague. our sickness our strength.

the elegant wager between flesh and want exhausted. as her pace quickened and everything else stopped. the wind like razors. her blood all over the path.

the heavy ropes coil. nooses on the void. knots tighten. cages wake. the curious monsters inside us. always tempted, but never sated. the cold burns deeply into our thoughts. thick triggers fire into the kaleidoscope of loss. 

our truths are colors. our questions are numbers. they never satisfy each other. the edge is soft. but it's always the center that collapses.

fumbling for missing keys. weighed down by lingering locks.

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