The Persistant Paradox

the betrayal is always within. waiting to be discovered. 

cordial thieves gnaw on the bones.

the poison fluctuates between assassin and salvation. 

the curious arithmetic of exposed flesh. 

gravity idles. tender threads negotiating with deepening wounds.  

time consents. its voice simmering just below a boil. 

the dubious contract between want and circumstance. 

the distance sharpens its claws. just hungry enough to taste our skin.

faceless dolls scratching at shattered mirrors. 

places find us bound to choices long expired. 

feathers in a vacuum swaying on broken pendulums.