He moves over to her,
kneels,
takes a pill from a bottle,
drinks.
Silence rises,
slowly fighting
a dream that
distorted time.
The morning
shifts uneasily,
one way, then another,
one way, then another.
Draw the face
crouched in the corner,
vision intercut.
Woken, the air is troubled.
Can you feel it?
Stay, understand.
There's more to know
about memories, stitches.
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