Tuesday 3/21/2023 11:09:00 PM

 the silence stuttered. more capacity than void. the distance choked. our flesh still stuck in its teeth.

the end called our names.

we slipped out of those used up skins and let our bones decide.

the apocalypse was so impatient. we drew our pictures on its back. but it rolled over and spoiled everything.

we're small sometimes. as the sky collapses.

choices like confetti.

we're liars. as touch surrenders.

thieves in heavy boots. as the water rises. 

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