Monday 6/20/2022 10:51:00 PM

the truth told us. our arrogant stories infecting it. 

the horizon ebbed. a cascade of buttons coming undone. exposing our sickness. 

we run tall as the sun punches our backs. stick figures drawn much too thick on long faded maps. 

we peddle our want in the guise of cures. a con so long, we've forgotten where it began. 

the end approaches as a stranger. and quickly becomes a friend. 

we sneak inside those empty skins. desperate to cover ourselves.

our flesh gets caught in love's hungry zippers.

time is gentle as it drags its blade across our necks. 

but we die just the same.

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