Flesh

Glen Binger
Nov 4 · 1 min read

skin on skin with the looming edge of tomorrow,

a heart trapped in time

like the clatter of typewriters
and being home, wrapped in blankets

selfish in the eyes of degenerative debt,

a gravity felt by our bones

forever lost

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Glen Binger

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Author/Teacher/Coach. Lifelong student. Beach kid. https://linktr.ee/bingbangbooks

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