# Untitled 28 (Spaces)

by ThisIsShe|Mags

In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “Forgive and Forget?.”

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Moments tick like resentment –

Bullets.

Shells on sandy beaches men are too afraid of drowning in.

Your breast stroked mine and came ahead –

A scapegoat stripped of its value.

                                                             Meat on display.

I was time,

You were space.

Sharing matter so dense,

Charts formed in our eyes.

Maps guided our dreams –

Star gazing.

                                Moon musing.

Milky words blazed the parts

Considered by gravity.

 I silence the minutes,

Choke the hours,

Wrestle the days.

Can space really exist without time?

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