Tuesday 5/21/2019 11:07:00 PM

we are the compass. helplessly measuring the wind. we are the soil beneath the monsters' feet. tomorrow whispers. secrets. only skin can tell. we build our bridges with bone and blood. betrayed by distance. spoiled by conviction.

the tower sways in the storm. the candles tremble against our breath. the sparks stutter. the atoms collide. a chaos of moments roiling under our skin.

the fission of touch ignites. flesh erupts.

it's loud. always louder than it should be. those murmurs of surrender. as the end closes the gap. time on its tiptoes. choice in handcuffs.

the winter lingers. the cold decides us. in empty beds and broken kisses.

there is no beginning. no finish. only what is left.

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