Sad Labels:
alone
a choice. heavy bricks flatten the wheels on the wagon. a choice. a small box. surrounded. by so many others like it. the road continues. as roads must do. leaving us behind. To watch the blood seep through the bandages.
the wounds are easy. healing comes in nervous huffs. threads of skin ignoring the stitches they've dropped. there are storms. i see them coming. but have no way to stop. the ogres in these fairy tales from coming back to life.
writing in ink. negotiating with the permanence. dull scissors. tearing the dolls as the chain is opened.
the small monsters. those are the ones to worry about. even the tiny lies they tell are bigger than us.
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