Gravity's Rotting Teeth

let the antonym crack against the stutter of our shame. 

the reluctant protagonist in a story full of desolate cages.

watch the sky collapse. all broken songs and foul skins. 

all the vile little feasts that persuade our hunger to persist. 

the distance chokes on our feeble epiphanies. 

reminding us that time is more disease than cure. 

wear the grief. in flowing gowns.

stiffened by their shrinking truths. 

taste the pause. as grief tugs on our zippers. 

quiet. resolute. 

everything inside spilling out.