i clutched the wind. dared it to take me. i bit down on the hunger. conceded that it could not be sated.
the miles tumbled under my feet. fallen soldiers in a war with myself.
time's needle broke in my vein. i found strength in my weakness.
we're all sick. always have been. degrees the only difference.
we're shadows pacing in our cages. terrified to pick up the key that would release us.
manic playwrights beating our fists on tomorrow's pulpit. monsters in frilly dresses putting lipstick on our prey.
we're too desperate to see how small we are. too earnest to know when to submit.
dominoes falling in meaningless patterns of grief.
Wednesday
4/22/2020 10:58:00 PM
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