Sunday 8/20/2023 10:58:00 PM

our blind metaphors took us places we never intended. 

a pantomime of choices. wordless and without remorse.

swift turns into the wind. 

nomads in luxurious robes. flirting with perception. 

narrow roads with no room to turn around. 

we worked the zippers on gravity's skin. cannibals with trust as our only weapon. 

her body howled like frenzied dogs. more torn than broken.

her wounds drew their pictures. long roads with seldom intersections. 

she never said it hurt, but I knew it did. 

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