Another it’s over
Hurls from her gut to her throat but gets stuck at the heart
But it’s the
-this will make me breathe lighter - kind
Once the silent pain turns into cries
To keep the owls company
Then it will get easy
She hopes
Hope is a load of horse shit
It let’s you cling
Hope is not now
Now is now
And now
she walks into a room that smells like sex
Open the window after, he said
But she just sits there, wrapped in black silk
In movies this is when they light a cigarette
But she has no smoke to obscure the rawness of her naked body clenching her soul
She’s tempted
To say she’s broken
To go sit on the bathroom floor
But instead she wants to slip into the pain
Read it like a book
Tie it in a ribbon of presence and make it her bible
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