Saturday 6/11/2022 11:26:00 PM

 we were looking for our words in the last place we had seen them. digging in our pockets for moments lost. looking out the window. dancing on its broken glass.

we were quiet as the zipper came undone. vomiting our grief. we were counting out loud. as if  the numbers were of any consequence. 

sick with choices. burdened by resolve. 

we cut the paper. divorced from ourselves. 

chasing. always chasing.

the stories we find in each other. 

liars leveraging our dwindling truths. 

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