Antiquities of Want

tomorrow came and went. we scratched at our small scabs. leaving the bigger wounds to fester. 

 the edge bit its lip. the certainty of flesh overwhelmed us. we were small again. 

the thread slipped out of the needle. the stitches bargained with the seams. holding on to that nothing. 

we were thieves with too little left to steal. we were monsters with our claws removed. 

the end of the world came in sudden downpours. but the flood was slow and deliberate. 

i've listened to the choke of time for years. i've always known what it wants. 

i've snuck in and out of these skins. deferring to the small cuts. 

while the deeper wounds casually devoured us.