how long you can last while the wolves are gnawing at your ankles
space between two hearts that have been ripped from the chests of those trying to love
time between decapitation and losing function in your brain
ten feet between you and your baseball bat, when the zombie is only five feet away
seconds between the needle touching your skin and the rush to the head
yearning of the flower who longs for the sun in the depths of winter
memory of your first love, your first kiss
last breath before the oxygen has been cut off and after your lips have turned purple
pain of the puncture mixed with the dizziness of losing blood
lump in your throat when you’ve realized that your love is gone
flutter of your heart when you understand that it’s for good this time
minutes it takes for the glass to shatter, sending splinters to your eyes
length of the rope that lowers the casket into the ground
blade of the knife as it cuts deep enough to feel but not enough to harm
pressure of your fingertips as you hold the last chord
burn of the whiskey as it cleanses your throat
the time it’s taken you to forget about me.
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