Thursday 10/20/2022 11:09:00 PM

 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. 

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