Saturday 7/03/2021 11:00:00 PM

 you wear your grief in ribbons. all knots and bows that scream against the wind. desperate to come undone. 

the edge crumbles. the precipice dissolves. we're swallowed by the bottom. discarded by our colors. forgotten by our fears. 

life is tender. living isn't. we try to fight, but these stale weapons offer no defense. 

memory flaunts its maps. still, lost is our only refuge. 

the end calculates its sums. the math ignores us. as we shout at the fractions. 

all our decimals in the wrong places again. 

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