Crippled Metaphors

we were drowning in the shallow puddles. trying to breath under water. when all we really needed to do was stand up.

the end bit its nails and cashed its checks. we weren't ready, but we were never going to be.

we had the paper. we had the ink. but there were no words left to say.

it was early. it was late. our grief was ripe.. gravity was incredulous as it made us fall.

the monsters were hungry, but the meat was gone from our bones. still they feasted on us just the same.

until there was nothing.

we were paper when the storm came in. there was nothing left by the time the sun came out again.