tongues
raze
grief
and
anxiety
do
strange
things
to
the
brain
.
you
imagine
a
lawn
littered
with
traps
meant
to
snap
the
back
of
a
creature
with
a
shelf
life
so
short
,
it
must
be
your
penance
to
know
you're
destined
to
outlast
everything
you
dare
to
care
for
.
you
scan
the
sky
for
looming threats.
a
lull
becomes
a
kind
of
cumulative
death
.
each
falling
leaf
a
bird
of
prey
.
you
wake
to
skin
slick
with
sweat
too
thick
to
be
yours
. units
of
time
are
lost
to
you
.
no
amount
of
squinting
or
begging
the
cruelest corners
of
night
for
clemency
will
bring
them
back
.
everything
you
aren't
ready
to
let
go
of
gnaws
at
the
back
of
your
mind
until
you
can
taste
the
teeth
marks
just
by
closing
your
eyes
.
the
human
tongue
can
stretch
farther
than
you'd
think
when
your
life
is
on
the
line
.
you
should
see
the
lengths
i'll
go
to
with
mine
.
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what's it to you?
who
go
blather
from