Sunday 12/03/2023 11:58:00 PM

the colors were insufficient as the world erupted under her skin.
all the pieces held their breath. a crisis with a gentle smile. 

time whispered its poetry. in shards of glass under her feet as she ran. 
the distance strangling with its magnificent ache. 

the taste of waiting exquisitely tart. 

her voice slipped out of its flesh.
a curious imposter.

in the jagged crevices of touch. 


the villain turned their face inside out. 
as the magician choked on his intent. 

the end arrived too loudly.
and much too softly left. 


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