Undone

time seeps. blood through bandages. time heals. skin to scabs. the math gets away from me. but it always comes back the same. idling engines. negotiating space. squealing pigs. in the shadow of the butcher's ax. swallowed up by something. laughing as it chokes on us.

the torches. as the forest eclipses. hollow skins. empty dresses. time sneaks inside. speckles of light in the bellowing darkness. matches. burnt down to the end.

time in skipping stones and lazy fables. the stories of the water breaking. and the memories that turn it red.