Pink Slipped



we are empty
leaning bad
our forensic bag hands
belong in tremor
guts radiance 
we extort delusion
trudge our daily tunnels
half circle half circle
double down underdog  
with silence
with disappearance
cubicle binding symbol
the conquest abandoned 
we love our quarantine
we phantom
fade until 
nothing twitches 
nothing moves right  
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