cul-de-sac

verses above the sinking moon, they say, soothe the insides of our words should it ever come to forging fresh personas or burning the shallow waters-the bridges are long gone, shattered.

i wish i could change my route as my eyes please but i don't. i can't. it's fixed, it's absolute in its very own unique way-isn't that what Fate is? but this bizarre monster within me, still asleep, exhausted and caged as it is, stirs in its slumber within my ribs as if to refuse what's written neatly on the map.

the clocks have long since stopped ticking for me, they now tick for them instead. when they hear it still with an impending sense of freedom tearing at the bars, they know it's done. i'm gone.

i wish i could change.