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Haven’t cried, but I’ve been meaning to

Posted on January 5, 2019January 18, 2019 by Torrey

confusion

and panic

as your words hit-

hurt

my eyes

again.

This was not 

what the day

showed

and the night

was too long

for me to have cared.


I’m                          falling

I                  failed

my wicker wings 

cannot hold themselves up

anymore.


Never knows best-

a pound of flesh

paid to myself,

but i am no merchant.

I haven’t the wares

or the means

to hold myself

above

the strange emptiness below.


When there’s nothing left to burn, you have to set yourself on fire.

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