Sunday 4/21/2024 12:03:00 AM

 Tell the rain it need no longer fall. our thirst is finally quenched. 

the amber eyes of tomorrow taste our voices like papercuts. 

shred the maps. we've been everywhere. 

flesh is a scavenger. in the  apocalypse of touch. 

let the choices have their way. we've exhausted every wish. 

the truth spoils. fish hooks and fangs in a torn pockets. 

the hunt, only a thinly veiled surrender. 

the flood muses. staunch in its shallow epiphanies. 

time dances on the tip of her tongue. a barefoot aristocrat. 

selling cages to those already in prison. 


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