Duplicitous Electrons

 broken pencils still draw their pictures. split atoms accelerate their division. 

little droplets of why on the curtain of our skin. leave their stains. 

sharp collars around the throat of time. cut into fickle flesh. 

a deep wound. infected with all the things we almost had. 

change wears her sharply. with a slippery grin. that crumbles when no one is looking. 

she writes her name in the darkness. stroking the phantoms as they assemble their doorways. 

lazy machines in the calamity of choice. suffocate on the velocity of our panic. 

shallow dresses on tiny skeletons. search for the buttons hidden in the folds. 

telling their stories in discarded flesh. 

a catastrophe of touch. 

that savors every bruise.