The trees out there are far too close
shackled to time, I’m caught
wind it down and watch it die
my freezing flesh is hot
forecast the local veins
take a drag for last time’s sake
fester freely upon the flesh
find another life to fake
I woke up on the floor with a burn on my hand
residue on the other from my brother’s new man
I got outside to steal some air and stare into the sun
brushing off my shoulder and feeling weeks older
than I did on the day before I saw with full clarity
the crushing severity which I’d stop to…read more
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