inflections. you're gold or chocolate, but not both.
occupied time, vacant apartments,
one last whimper.

you hear a word, you repeat it
no matter what it means.
freedomfreedomfreedom

my mind's
stuttering whole thoughts
in the relief of a post-jailbreak handcuffing.
you were a cheap thrill on autopilot,
a prisoner's dreams once

this is not me.

the difference between
cold memories and the

present is
how much i need someone

what i can't handle i still
can't destroy.