Chaos 06-04-26
The air is chaos,
a whirlwind of dark serrated fragments
that lash out
like sand scrunched into my eyes.
Was I wrong?
Were you wrong?
Does it even matter?
"Sorry" falls
like a paper bag
blitzed in the air.
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