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Distance Over Time
Friday 6/21/2024 11:24:00 PM

 the math spent her in lingering decimals. a long division defiant of an end. 

she whispered through the arithmetic. trying to persuade empty numbers that there was still something left. 

her pennies accumulated at the bottom of the well. as she wasted the remainder of her wishes. 

the poison sweeter than it had ever been. 

time chuckled as she put the last of her coins on its scale. 

as gravity took attendance. she didn't answer. 

overwhelmed by the weight of nothing. 

everything was quiet as she shed the last of her remaining skin. 

her naked bones still fussing with the change's broken buttons. 

incredulous. she pierced gravity's veins. 

grinning as it bled.  


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