The Mind's Broken Math

I wondered where we'd been. The memories spinning in their colors. no sound. just the pull of zippers coming undone. everything exposed.

We ran. For as long as we could. swallowing the miles like medicine. though we never got better.

She laughed as I looked in her pockets. Empty as they were.

She waited for the moon to rise. The clouds to come. Hungry for a darkness that had always been there.

We crawled into our skins. Eager to find a home for these hungry skeletons. Rubbing our matchsticks as the spark refused.

It was dark, but we still knew where we were headed.

we dug into the maps. our claws shredding the paper.

we spent our choices on time and hope. we were alive only when it hurt.