It’s all falling apart

I could tell you

But what?

There are no words

No images to evoke

No ligns to trace

Nothing but threads

Nothing but noises

Maybe time will tell

But I don’t know

Sometimes I love you

Most times I don’t

Or I do

But it’s a shadow

Echo from the past

Reflection on a mirror

I can’t touch it

I can’t touch you

It’s all falling apart

Magdalée Brunache

Speed writing at the Hyster-x writing residence on August 6th, 2022

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