he said nothing as i cinched the knot. it tightened on nothing. it didn’t know our names. it didn’t care what we wanted.

these arrogant ghosts discarding their sheets. cold, but adamant. as the void spoke up.

the formality of skin shrugged off. our bones so much lighter. as our skeletons continued their search. for someone who might fit.

i didn’t think. had never imagined. that the colors could be that blunt.

no soft pastels for broken hearts.

just truth tapping on its watch.