nicely now

his manner had changed. too small shoulders streched to the bursting. sinking into the pavement under the bridge. it's true the sky was lower today; red sand pushed down below clouds. but it was clearly more than humidity that had locked his gait.
ke
i wanted to push through his sternum and rip out his heart. hold it triumphant for him to see. in simple silence we'd stand and observe it's shallow flutters and strained sparks. i'd offer to rewire the electrics. 'i'm an expert on palpatations' i'd say.

but for all my posturings on truth i say less than i feel. my opinions are all intellectual. advice is practical and my heart is irrational. i measure emotions down to the last millimetre.

if you asked i would tell you
everything
until then lets keep it polite.