Thursday 12/24/2020 10:58:00 PM

we met the wind with a fractured smile. wearing our panic in velvet robes. the axis was stiff as our world came undone. gravity raged as we continued to drown. 

the math decays. our prisons grow from beneath us. flesh suffocates. our joy is a chemical illusion. our skeletons quiver in their inadequate cloaks. the truth ferocious as it hunts us down.

ice collects on closed windows. choice leaves its reflections in the glass. the world outside them frozen. but it's still much colder within. 

we listen for whispers of when. we claw at the ties that burden us. 

as we stumble toward our only possible paradise.

the end. 

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