Tuesday 7/04/2023 11:19:00 PM

 we're earnest in our silence. buckling bridges against the tender caress of memory. 

we run. thieves with holes in our pockets. selling words we've never spoken. 

monsters in frayed corsets. whispering the colors we can no longer see. 

suffocating under the ugly abundance of truth. 

the fragile corners hum with friction. as distance strangles the chase. 

we're quiet in our insistence. lost on long roads that take us nowhere. 

predators with claws made of clay. bargaining with wounds that no longer bleed. 

still giving our executioners beautiful names. 

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