Thursday 2/17/2022 11:28:00 PM

 We solved for how in the absence of why. Long skirts on the hips of change pulling on broken zippers. 

We told our stories in assassins and diplomats. Fumbling with the little locks. while the bigger cages released their monsters. 

Selling our time in fistfuls of raindrops. Letting the storm decide for us. How dark it is. 

The future ebbs and flows. In little pin pricks. 

Our machines wear us. in dirty dresses and knotted bows. 

We inhale the promise. Its stubborn opiate destroys us. 

We're permanently changed.

We can never go back to not wanting it. 

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