Saturday 2/13/2021 11:28:00 PM

 the moment crumbles. dry and hollow. choices grow stale and shatter. we forget what we want. we resent what we have.

our hunger seethes. scorching our veins. as all this pain clamors for an escape. 

we're frozen inside this skin. prisoners in a war with time. every breath is a treason. 

our muscles wilt. our words turn to powder. and are stolen by wind.

the parachute strings snap and we're falling fast. still the bottom is fickle. 

the end that was promised slips away. 

death simmers slowly. a kettle on a low boil.

she cries. but mercy isn't one of her prescriptions. 

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