Saturday 8/20/2022 11:37:00 PM

we run. spoiled by gravity. burdened by time. soldiers of our own derelict wars. 

we sleep. always too near to the edge. to feel. to know. how steep the fall is. 

chewing on these fraying leashes. dancing on our soiled beds. 

their voices tumble through us. all hollow skins and broken bones.

we feast on the sour choices. we gag on the rancid hope. 

thieves in beggars frocks. 

the switch turns on, but the room stays dark. 

we stumble for the exit. 

but all the doors are locked. 

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