Friday 6/16/2023 12:07:00 AM

the ceiling stiffens. the floor decays. we pull on the needles in our flesh. our voices full of paperclips.

these bodies simmer. mediocre gods caught in the agony of someone else's heaven. 

sick with too many doors we cannot lock. 

we're free. that's all we really are. loose change. falling through the holes in someone else's pockets. 

empty rooms vexed by all their dirty windows. 

time is a scale. it weighs our choices. 

we're alive. that's all we can ever be. 

orphans. pennies at the bottom of a well.

all our wishes spent. 

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