day 6...
to safety
loose armed embraces vanish in a black hole heart, failures and rainwater puddled in potholes and lawn divots, a life curated with a dull ax, a pantry is a casket, holds the dried up corpses of ants and each wince of embarrassment. cry into a towel of your own sweat, crack your face with forced pleasantries. this is what keeps the tide held behind a wall. your disease on standby as you wax and wane.
-kab
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