Five.

Bitterness,

Riding the rails of some forgotten track beaten from long dried scars.

Silence,

So deep in its selfish needs that it deafens those that can’t hear the screams.

Truth,

A judgement made in lingering wants and desires that are laughed at.

Distance,

Left in the dust of skin stripped bare in the aftermath of her that is waning.

Endings,

From the bitterness of silence that gives me the truth of a distance that is worth mourning.

 

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