Thursday 5/18/2023 11:29:00 PM

time slips under our skin. a curious poison. ripe with dull songs whose lyrics we've forgotten.

the moments fill our throats. sweet candy that shatters as we try to taste it.

our hunger betrays us. the fickle math of a borrowed touch. 

the animals tug on their leashes. impotent predators polish their claws.

no faces. no names. no hunt.

just the hum of when as the void resolves.

and the lingering purchases of touch that leave us wanting. 

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