the valley tore. the hill choked. we weren’t lost, but we didn’t know where we were going. it was an accident. everything is.
a maze of skin solving for bone.
the wind never tires, but we do. accumulating distance. our bodies catapults. as the war inside continues. it’s bankruptcy. these faltering muscles. mapping their empty roads.
we named each raindrop. we convinced the storm. that the flood was unexpected. that drowning had made us strong.
we shifted inside our shallow narrative. content to let the wolf devour the pigs.
we stood in the doorway. unconvinced of what wait inside. we watched the candies melt. the wood go rotten. as our humanity pursed its lips. and we let ourselves forget the taste of hunger.
still we crossed its bridge. we peered into its windows. ambivalent thieves. unsure of what to steal.