Monday 7/10/2023 11:45:00 PM

numbers told. the weep of choices never taken. the hum of flesh. all the bent needles that penetrate. and the poisons they falsely promise

the sour of touch. as it consents to our empty narrative.  

time builds its plastic cages. and we earnestly crawl inside.

dogs on long leashes. imprisoned just the same. 

words like soiled bandages. on wounds that only deepen.

we're ugly when we want. beautiful when we need.

resolved to our end. stubborn in our salvation. 

a hopeless paradox. 

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