Saturday 11/06/2021 10:57:00 PM

 i forgot what we are. these monsters that roar. as we fiddle with the needles. and the broken threads. the choices that become us before we've had a chance to make them. 

i tossed her. like a coin into the well. an arbitrary wish. 

the truth all waterfalls and life jackets. shattered barrels and points of impact. 

time's blunt pencil drowning in blurry sketches of faces we'd never bothered to remember. 

it's long. that walk from then to now.

it's cold. that glass as we look in from the outside. 

love arrives in stutters and hiccups. a trembling skeleton in search of skin. 

so we try it on.

but it never fits. 

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