Absolute Zero

change the colors. let them change us. 

the choice is always something much more than what we want.

shallow beds taste the sun. we are awakened by the remnants of our catastrophes. 

the walls narrower than they've ever been. the doorways choking on what we refuse to let in.

we've always been small. though occasionally perspective will pretend.

the taste of time is sweeter as it spoils. as our hunger solidifies.

empty dresses sink into the floor. wrinkled maps that lead to buckled corners.

the places where moments disappear.

we wear the pauses. frozen by our lingering doubts.

brittle windows tease the raindrops. even as the storm moves on.