Wednesday 2/06/2019 11:41:00 PM

it was as loud as she had imagined. the geometry of touch. the algebra of choices. threading through her skin. too sober to trust.

the slope surrendered. gravity won. gladly, i fell.

it was cold. cold enough to make us forget. how hot is once was.

the numbers spun their stories. the math held its breath. we blamed the depth. but it was the distance that spent us.

the years accumulated at the back of our throats. like so much sickness. we pretended time was medicine enough.

we lost sight of the sun as the winter approached. but we never stopped looking for it.

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