Wednesday 9/28/2022 11:38:00 PM

 the miles betray us as we chase the sun.

gravity writes its stories in our skin. softly we fall. as the world swallows our footsteps. 

we are villains who can only be solved by the darkness. our frail skeletons crushed under the weight of  dissonant flesh. 

just a knot or two and then freedom might spare a mask for our faces. 

all the sharp angles of touch. always cutting from within. 

the distance closes its eyes and makes its wish. the truth falls like rain. the flood is merciless. 

we pound on the doors of strangers to save us

but forgiveness is more claws than stitches.  

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