Mixed messages only clear when it suits.
Solely tired feet and a broken clock.
Callous words from a trained mouth. I obviously need more practice.
I noticed the clicking cease when the hands stopped.
Muffled sound, somehow luminous.
I woke up to it flashing. And I walked away from the sunrise with its heat all over me.
So easily tainted, I think it's gone.
I won't exhibit the screwed up sheets. I won't exhibit anything that screwed up that night.
I wish I'd been Delilah: that I'd cut it all off. Sticky secrets entwined between my fingers and your locks.
But there's an insignificant piece of evidence that you didn't spot.
