Wednesday 11/04/2020 11:40:00 PM

 a shallow silence pulled on her zippers.a deep abyss wove its needle into her wounds. everything was open. too small to grieve. too persistent to dismiss.

how young we were when first we were broken. how tender the skin as we moved to heal. 

life comes in doses. a bitter medicine. happiness melts like ice cream. sticky, sweet and cold. and never enough of it. 

we're scholars of gravity. cutting our wings on the strongest winds. 

the past lingers. in illegible notes and empty cups. the miles surrender, but we still run. the inevitable epiphany of flesh. that some races cannot be won. 

time unties its knots. and we're dead again. 

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