Tuesday 10/19/2021 11:25:00 PM

 we were soft. like wet paper. we were ambivalent. like broken draw bridges. 

tallying our piglets. as the wolf came to confess. 

i wore the end in broken glass and empty bottles. 

i ran. high on grief and resentment. redeemed by the distance. 

the past simmering in my skin. empty promises rotting in my heart. 

we're thieves after all. stealing what we can from every touch. 

pretending to give. 

when to take is all we really want. 

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