Heart broken.

Stand. Mumble.
Forget. Move on.
Time ticks.
But that doesn’t matter.
What matters is my swollen ankles and that I might die soon.
You have all the time in the world.
And trust me, it will cure everything.
But first. Let me ditch my mind on this page.
Judge me not.
Watch and a write, without a noun or a verb or accurate spelling.
My wrist. My writing. Tired.

New words.

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