A Fortress of Feathers

 it was a long walk from then to now. a series of gentle assassins. swiftly bludgeoning the remaining soldiers in our war with happiness. 

it was simple path. until it wasn't. a farewell that refused to end. 

we cut through time on our sinking ships. eager to drown.

i never told the end my name. because it never asked. 

the moon chafed at the choke of the sun. we spent each other in soiled bandages and lingering blood. 

earnest thieves looking in on open windows. 

unsure of what to steal. now that everything is lost.