Wednesday 7/14/2021 10:35:00 PM

weak or strong. it's the details that  make those cuts. 

the clothes we used to wear lay empty. the skin that used to fit is now much too small. 

eyelashes. fingernails. earlobes.  the smallest things make up the bulk of our weight. 

the corners are what hold up the walls. 

the windows seldom open. the doors are usually locked. 

no stairs. no refuge. just the echoes of vacant rooms.

we live our lives with time wrapped tightly around our throats. 

it can give us courage or it can strangle us with fear. 

that's the one choice we make that actually matters. 

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