Turning Into the Skid

 we stumble up our temporary staircases. searching for treasure in empty attics. we count the hours as the world resets. still, nothing changes. 

the ugly in the world is ours to embrace. time lays its soiled bandages across our wounds. and hope inevitably infects us. 

the monsters weep. there is nothing left for us to fear. 

we chew on the words. drowning in our own skins. we chase the current. as an ocean of choices drown us. 

the stones we throw break the surface. but still sink to the bottom nevertheless. 

we build ladders. but we can't climb them fast enough.