The Solvency of Want

 time wears us in pinches and folds. loose stitches that forget their knots. we're just loose fabric. empty clothes in need of some bones. 

we're ugly. we always have been. we don't try to hide it anymore. 

the fangs. the claws. the blood. they are the bulk 

the distance struggles to keep up. little needles attempting to mend growing holes. 

the void has its charms. the end has its reasons.

these bodies are electric. so we plug them in and wait for the spark. 

but that fire rarely listens. 

it simply takes what it wants.