Friday 2/09/2024 11:15:00 PM

something furtive resembling how. 

obtuse corners in long corridors sing out loud. 

the kitten's claws are sharp, but easily broken. 

the king's crown sparkles only when the sun shines. 

something presumed lost. abruptly found. 

the monsters have their mayhem. 

the heroes have their blades. 

but time is still that cotton in our lungs. 

tomorrow fetches its pennies from stale wishing wells. 

the maiden loosens her corset. desperate to breathe. 

forgetting too easily how fragile every choice is. 

the victims have their grief. 

and the villains their perfection. 

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