1.18.12

in the howling wind (read: gust)
in the steepness of streets (read: home)
in the echo of everyday (read: grind)
in the hum of memory (read: lies)
in the scream of days (read: love)
in the scrape of flesh (read: sex)
in the stutter of meaning (read: words)
in the howling streets (read: home)
in the steepness of wind (read: love)
in the echo of flesh (read: home)
in the scrape of memory (read: sadness)
in the stutter of love (read: nothing)