Sad Poetry: Sharp Turns

 the angles vary. particular of extent. jagged words carve their bloody path from lips to throat. 

perspective tells its stories. in lingering constants. 

we dance on the point of the needle. destroyed by the smallest deviation. 

drowned by the sour equations that inevitably drag us home. 

the timeline curves. a snake twisting around shattered limbs. choices choke on splinters of how. as we continue to run on our broken bones. 

distance draws its maps. with the scars of forgotten wounds. 

we are merely travelers. 

in a suicide of intersecting roads.