Everything goes better
When I'm alone.
The hurt carries a long way
Travels off into the distance
And brings back
A kill
Creative and kind
Bold and generous.
Tasting the air
Feeling the pavement
Rush by.
Several times
This has happened.
And it's about me.
I can't hold on.
I don't know how.
Tape fingers to metal
Metal to bone.
The long while
Is a shorter distance
Then imagined.
Through the vines of our veins
To the center of our bones.
Letting go now.
Piece by piece
Brittle bone by brittle bone.
To be alone.
Everything goes better.
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