Thursday 10/28/2021 11:33:00 PM

 i knew the weight. but not the dimensions. flesh thin like paper. eyes like ink. bleeding all over metaphorical pages. 

we couldn't make out the words. they were all jumbled. a kaleidoscope of poisons. with no way to determine which one had killed us. 

i folded over the corner. intending to return to it at some point. i measured the ladder. and realized it wasn't tall enough to let us escape. 

the body is full of mistakes. each one more poignant than the last. words are ripe with choices. that quickly go sour while we wait. 

i thought i knew the colors. it felt so certain. and then everything turned gray.

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