Solvent Constants

 the road barked loudly as i devoured the miles. his words spoiled quickly under the strangle of time. 

the truth says we're lost and can never be found. but even the truth lies sometimes. 

skin chases the horizon. pulling on those hidden zippers. letting them sneak inside us. opening up all the wrong places for them to hide. 

time makes us small.

the hours try us on in whispers. and discard us in sobs.

love makes us soft. we move our lips to its impotent lyrics. while our bodies dance to its dying songs. 

we're weak. insects under time's magnifying glass. 

unaware that we're on fire.