Consume

Under the solar flare.
The magnifying scorch of their eyes.
Caught like ants in honey.
Burning from the inside.
Shaking off these bus stop memories.
Tiny packed suitcases with a destination unknown.
Fly me over past Galileo. Around the sun and back to nowhere.
This clock ticks. My heart skips.
I shuffle further.
Clonking in these orthopaedic shoes.
Down a corridor with no name.
A bear trap catch. This snake skin unravels.
Feeding me again to the wolves.
The tock of expectation. The click of tongues.
And every year it swallows some of us.

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