Saturday 3/16/2024 10:56:00 PM

 say their names. silt escaping from the bedrock. a panic of truths drawing insolvent maps. 

we are mourned. by discarded lovers and absent gods. sandpaper chaffing against the epiphany of loss. 

no blood. just the arrogant cautions of flesh. as life consents to something smaller. 

now we are transformed. chewed like candy by the remnants of dying wish. 

time ignites. in a fury of contrition. all shattered bulbs in empty corridors. 

our words open windows. in vacant rooms.

wear the shame. screams that make no sound.  

the promise collapses. 

we gather our remaining lies. clowns with melting faces. smiling as they drown. 

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