Thursday 2/25/2021 11:19:00 PM

 the end approaches. in heavy boots and tattered mittens. it's a timid beast. but a predator still the same. 

the past flickers. fluorescent and lingering. arrogant and unreliable. a rotting carcass long since picked of all its meat. 

we're chased by our hunger. creatures of want. victims of our own hypocrisy. we lean into the cold. only to find it goes much deeper. 

we try to press pause, but the end has no stop. 

gathering the shards of our broken mirrors. ignoring the blood.

we scream at the colors. as the sky collapses.

the monsters within us uglier than they've ever been. 

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