A small space dedicated to the unsatisfactory imitation and substitute. A shield, a cover, camouflage, streetlights, bent knees and bloody fingers, billboards and pills. The degradation of eyesight and fallible understanding of concrete.
Water on the wings of a moth near the flame and, you, only, come closer.
'goodnight.' i say with an exhale 'i love you...' 'i love you too.' i whisper on the inhale. it is automatic. rhythmic. and i realize this at the moment the oxygen passes through tissue. the words enter my mouth. the sound escapes but the words did enter.
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*quiet
'goodnight.' i say with an exhale
'i love you...'
'i love you too.' i whisper on the inhale. it is automatic. rhythmic. and i realize this at the moment the oxygen passes through tissue. the words enter my mouth. the sound escapes but the words did enter.
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