Tuesday 1/18/2022 11:16:00 PM

 we spoke our truth like razor blades. every word cutting deeper than the last. 

we drew our maps on time's fragile paper. fooled by the seldom of change. 

monsters content to rot in their cages.

the moon fell from the sky. the world fell out of its orbit. 

our skin only needles and scratches. 

the euphoria of high. the abyss of the crash. 

the minutes choking on our panic. 

the years spending us like prizes. 

the foul taste of how still coating my lips. 

as i take that last sip and shatter the glass.. 

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