where my heart is.
being stretched across the dim floor.
economic hustle
tender
unfeeling
this is the last breath.
negative certainty
of utter deliverance
to pity.
i know,
i feel pity in this relic't time.
a factor of none, to one, always one
and then another to face
in the mirror.
just look the other way.
see the leaves
drifting into sun
and shade.
always.
there is no more time to spend;
feeling like
there is nothing left
to catch
on your
tongue.
~ Jessica M. Wilson
ahora
noche
dia
1248 am PST
Thursday
2024
twenty twenty four
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