Wednesday 11/10/2021 11:38:00 PM

 we ask because we don't know. we say it's over because that's how it feels. 

the monsters simmer. the wolves listen. as our tomorrows betray us. one breath at a time. 

there is no cliff. no edge to make us fall. there's only the distance. between want and abandon. the slivers of light that sneak into our coffins as we wait to die. 

we negotiate with gravity. as it flaunts its depths. we touch the corners. certain the angles are true enough. 

salvaging our maps from the remains of our wreckage. 

we shout. because the world is losing interest. 

we devour the breadcrumbs. because we know. there's no going back. 

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