|Soul cracked open for inspection,
we raked greedy eyes across
scars and sutures and
commented loudly on the
merits of your sacrifice,
belabouring words like
mettle and fortitude,
without ever acknowledging
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He wraps himself in buzzwords like resilience and hustle, but I have to wonder if they bring comfort to an empty life.
Spices explode across my tongue, melding with the warm flush of alcohol… A long exhale, eyes at half mast, head tilted in a relaxed lean. And…
Twelve birds perched on the power line, twittering over news that used to be secrets, teetering on the edge of gossip and scandal.