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I feel like clockwork
each mechanical step
of worn-down soles against concrete
tick-ticking away the hours
before our lives fall away
from our bones
and disintegrate
to dust.

My footprints line
an unending asphalt snake
as I search
for velveteen fur-
like rain
to ease my rusting throat.

I want you to crush my shoulder blades
to powdered sugar
and kiss embers into my eyes
weighed down with restless hours;

instead you'll just feed my migraines
splinters and static-
make me tremble.

But she steals the stage
plucking words off my script
and dropping them headfirst,
letting them plummet
to beyond her firetruck lips.
They roll off her tongue
slicked with oil
and tumble into the atmosphere
like moths
blinded by the flame
yet craving it.

She's armed with mirrors on city thighs
needles peeking through the ripped seams
at the edge of her Cheshire grin,
polluted skies smeared across her cheeks:
it's almost enough
to chance pregnant moons and
rabid blurs of gray

because this town was built
on rot and tin can promises.
In fact, that's all this place is:
where corpses walk
decomposing behind their crumbling ribs
waiting for anything;
anything but nothing.