Evolution: A working title

I didn’t see how pretty you were at first.
But I never do.
It didn’t take long
To get you to bare your canines at me,
easily enough
It’s weird how when you’re separated from people how they become transfixed in your
memory.
Taped to the back of your eyelids or hung from the ceiling that is the roof of your inner cinema.
It’s as if they’ve become a hologram.
Able only to repeat the script you’ve managed to remember
Not readily evolving.
Staying transfixed
Staying flat.

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