the corner took us. a subtle rape. it left the skin on the bones, but consumed all the meat. we were empty. trying to remember ourselves. creating mirrors from grief. building bridges with our shame.
the miles found our skin. hope’s persistent virus always doling out its poison. alive by our proximity to death.
the obvious monsters not withstanding.
the moment simmers. set upon time’s stubborn flame. the years boil over. still we are not changed.
the math is callous. the geometry cruel. as it peels away the layers.
it tasks us with chasing the sun. but only the darkness forgives.