Friday 12/18/2020 11:30:00 PM

 time insists. chewing on the threads that connect. the yellow how. the purple if. all the colors of loyalty and betrayal spinning on their brittle axis. 

the snow falls. the ice forms. it's winter. now and always. summer is just illusion. 

tomorrow trembles. all rusted nails and missing stitches. 

we're wounded. always and forever. 

pulling loose skin over deepening holes. burnt matchsticks. still warm after the flame has been extinguished. 

climbing mountains of our own making. as the sky crumbles. 

filling our needles with what resembles happiness. 

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