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Missing in the Light


Time runs to find me.

The river drags my wings,
obscenely tied behind my back.

My heart held tight to my neck.

Neither of us bothers to chip away at reality. Empty promises dropped into plastic buckets.

You watch as a razor scrapes my chin. Neither of us face the sin.

I slip. My legs sway to the beat of water rushing from the faucet.

A body is nowhere, seen.