i've had a few days to retreat, like that is all i remember from before. run whenever you draw close, come apart whenever you get started. and as i do, i can feel the magic hang itself in the air. maps bleeding into each other, thicker than the last, pulling wings from flies like you left me.

i can't force it. i can't do a damn thing.

or i stand up, yell defiance, kindness in hand and knives under the skin. because every moment draws its own rules and requirements, and your form must follow.

i got close and you crushed me. you leaned in on my breathing and i set you aglow, spitting love.

i close my eyes and your moth light remains.