Thursday 11/23/2023 12:19:00 AM

 take the glass. let it linger on her face. an unopened box.

its contents a condition of how long it's been waiting. 

who we are stutters. a graveyard full of perfect corpses.

and funerals unattended. 

the dress is torn. the child is naked. 

time closes its eyes. and the bruises fade. 

the doors close. but do not lock. 

we're only raindrops in someone else's flood.  

our hands full of melted crayons. as the colors stain our skin. 

we're only coins. in the fists of giants.

wondering what can still be bought.

with the little that remains.  

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