Multiplying by Negatives

 we sold the last of our expectations to the corners in the distance. barely alive as the world tumbled through our skin. the arrogant authors of our own tragedy. 

i couldn't taste the edge until it reeked of your blood. 

i never knew i was wounded until you wrapped me in your bandages. 

time chews on the flesh we leave unattended. 

we fiddle with our needles. as if a cure exists.

we cradle gently, all the lies that make us want. 

but the truth remains relentless.