Monday 5/13/2024 11:33:00 PM

 the light grazes her skin. a hostile contrarian stout with gravity's broken stare. 

her words negotiate with the darkness. as they always have. the frivolous bargains of temporary gods. 

the puzzle solves for itself. in a curious contradiction of logic. swallowing her world in a trickle of choices. 

time pauses to whet its edges. its blade heavy with expectation. 

she lies and says she can see them. as they disappear into the distance. 

the wind kisses her lips. a vague conspirator in an endless Armageddon. 

her hands open to grasp the light. as they always have. 

but it's not there anymore. 

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