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Let pain be your bible

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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