Drawing Bridges

 where did we leave off in our stolen defiance? what color were our lips as those orphaned words scrapped over their craters?

it's often told as though someone is listening, even though anyone seldom is. we pinch those spreading corners, but the structure still collapses. 

there's no math that can persuade. there isn't any blade sharp enough to solve.

time drags us over its gravel

we can only wear the blood. 

those small turns always get us lost. there's no right way to navigate how weak we are. 

we chase the demons. convinced they're the enemy. 

but the truth is, we're the only monsters left.