Consequence

The consummation of sorrow & regret of impulse & blind intent, the attempt to escape makes the mistake of believing that things we leave behind will somehow change or else disappear completely when finally we return:

the gentle susurration of bad-faith held to itself & nothing else, excuses running too thin;

the hideous birth of conjoined twins, who want only to be loved, & are as beautiful as they are ugly, just like us.