Expectations by Keana Águila Labra

The thrum behind cracked skulls,
with gasping chests and swollen lips,
there is only ever today.
With a longing more primal,
we sink into what dulls and numbs
to force this collective into a standstill
faced with the disappointment and
failure of dreams we weren’t able to accomplish
we then turn our gazes elsewhere.

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