the differential split. all broken limbs and zippered throats. we couldn't name the thieves, but they knew us. stale ambassadors of our melting clocks.
the epiphany choked. a series of hooks in bleeding lips. demure assassins killing with borrowed weapons.
the window slept. its dreams too bright for us to look upon.
tomorrow turned to knots in our hands.
the distance solved us. in filth and conceit. all the sour corners that conceal our panic.
we stumbled through time. shrinking monsters in borrowed fangs.
betrayed by the math.
strangled by trust.
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