Pillows carved from slivers of the afternoon. A many-hued pet framed in splintered sunlight. Retreats into rest, sloppily sliced from haze and dust. Mindful breathing amidst the sweat and viscosity. A few hours of the Before, coerced from an unwinding clock. A sudden stop into embraces, and the rhythmic tide of quiet respiration. A metaphor tucked within the overclocking of a mechanical orange. Pleasantly broken brains, and midnight organization that lasts into the graying of windowsills. The debt grows ever larger. But it's all borrowed time, anyway.
6:26 p.m. - 2024-02-02
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