//timeline

when first light lowered itself down upon my
young, pulp-glazed eyelids,
balled like twice abused tissue paper,
the gleam claimed yesterday’s sutures, leaving
my inner fiber-fused seams to
split

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as i awoke
i lost our likeness, this
collusion of interwoven breath,
in the mangled fray. i
threw myself at stray ends, but
steely needle shards percolated
through my judgement and
struck my
uncreased, newly formed hands, fueling the
/snip/
that unravelled our handmade past

time shakes his head and prepares
his taunts in form of grocery store run-ins.
pray he is merciful, for
he may envelope our handiwork:
his viscous, taxing nature
sealing each remaining mishandled braid's end
to abyssal wax

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we are no more than telomeres, splitting
up and trading down until we

/c/a/n/'t/