Muscles burning in the slow push against frigid river runoff. Late night hairline fractures thickening in teeth grit against consequences. Tainted sweat and syncopated breaths beneath the throttled stars. The taste of self-loathing between my palate and brainstem. But there was never anything else. Only the infinite void of closed eyes, and one singular breath at a time. And somewhere in the unnamed distance, an unsewn mess of severed relationships.
4:06 p.m. - 2022-08-18
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