Howl for Justice
It fills the space.
I am more alone than I want to be.
I know.
The text waits. The night waits.
The phone glows, glows like the promise of someone else, like the promise of another life, like the promise of what I think I want, what I think I need. It glows with the hope I don’t want to have, with the hope I pretend not to have. The words are simple and terrible, simple and more than I want, more than I can. They cut into the raw, unsteady solitude, cut into the truth of the night, of my night, of me.
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