Apprehensive this morning, I see everything in shades of grey.
Only your eyes are black.
The air is muted and thin, a moist veil over my body.

I cannot tell you my secrets.
I may break into little pieces.
It could happen today.

But they say I have been crafted well, a bone with a blazing petroleum veneer.

Keep it together
, they say.
We’re not in it together, I tell them.
Forever is something we will never understand.

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