crash and churn

we run the edges of
our tongues against
the whetstones used
to sharpen the hands
of the ever ticking
unblinking clock face
slicing through the
intimacy of falsehoods
exposing the tenderness
of falling to pieces in
an indecent isolation of
sullen silence surrounded
by invisible tensions
sending shivers to run
over ample anxieties

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