I'm pinching what's left
holding it together with the only
strength I can conjure.
Your lack of effort here feels cold like
wires in my bed.

I am cleaner now but emptier.
I want this clock to keep the hours rolling.
Maybe trade 60, for something more like 25?
I can see the terminal in my head I can feel the
anxiety in my veins.

I have always wanted to be this brave.