we stumbled through the pertinent details. our eyes closed. our fingers crossed. stifled by the angles. smothered by the loss.
savage in our arrogance. defiant in our want.
chewing on gravity. pressing on its fragile bones. wearing each other in soiled creases. every touch paid toward a debt that only compounds.
all those crooked doors. all those cracked windows. insisting we have found what still is lost.
the simmering yesterdays. the charred tomorrows.
all the earnest stories flesh will tell. sweet with the fading colors time imposes.
an apocalypse of skin. full of whispers.
a series of unfortunate choices. that made us who we are.
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