Injections of caffeine a gram at a time as an old age placebo. Low-spinal rivets jigsawing into one another has become a metaphor for everyday life. Nighttime is a halo of rose-ringing lovers. Hands clasped against their own whispers. Their tiny silver tongues absentee and transmuting my shame into guilt. I swallow down my gratitude out of the respect of silence. Vanilla lip rings and angel feathers and freckled noses chiseled into backdrop reverence.
11:17 p.m. - 2019-11-15
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