• Vol. 06
  • Chapter 04
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benefit of distance

between the broken clock and the mirror
a labyrinth of eggshells and some block
of stone stuck standing again what
is a shock of red hair pressed against
a roughhewn veneer and a raw mouth
with a tongue of unmoored flame
punctuating the noise of questions
and the sound of the world ending
or a fleeting binary present in a deep
secret not knowing who she is
is enough