the pain insists. in quiet groans. the bridge sways against the wind. accumulating gravity in thumbtacks and paper cuts. we walk on fractured paths. measuring paradise in bruises and splints.

i try to run, but my body denies me. i try to forget how close i was. but memory is a cruel mistress.

time is math. choice is science. we stack the bricks. worshipping our walls. we count the windows. as the doors vanish. we wrestle with the fire. until only the smoke remembers

the curious thieves we take as lovers.

the wind punches. the clouds roar. we’ve been everywhere. and there’s nowhere left.


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