Pain
Electricity turning human.
Breathing around the globs.
Like the breath of a squeaking door revealing again.
Expansive like eyebrows twitching.
And the alphabet crawling its way through the mountains.
Electricity can be human you know?
Tears can grow wings.
Bones can teeter totter a little bit painfully.
In a way we try to describe, it gets worse as we get more meticulous.
Scratches.
All that were left were a couple.
And they left their email and a grin behind.
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