assumptions

at the memory

of your rising fist;

i am consumed

in reasons, invalid.

for the violence that

thrashed my flesh, fragile

glass smashed onto concrete

eggshells scatter themselves,

across this ground on which

we now float; tip-toeing

around an assumption; the past

remains imprisoned, lightyears –

far from

us.

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