Casual Tautologies

 the staircase sighed as it remembered our footsteps. 

the villain grinned as we removed our faces. 

i found that intersection. of grief and acceptance. and i ran the other way.  

we put on our horns and we stabbed at the moment. but it never bled. we sharpened our fangs and bit down hard on circumstance. but still it escaped. 

we linger in these empty spaces. terrified to touch anything. for fear that it might make us real. 

we spoil in these dirty dresses. afraid to reveal what's underneath.