People keep looking at me,
then at the wreckage,
as though one of us
must be telling a lie.
The car is gone.
Written off.
A collection of metal
...
I knew enough to leave.
I stayed.
Not because i couldn't go,
But because leaving..
would force me to admit,
I had been wrong for months!
Sleep sits softly upon her eyes,
But this tiny soldier,
refuses to ceasefire.
She yawns like surrender,
then clenches her fists.
As though dreams are a debt
she...
There is a strange kind of wealth
that never once touched my wallet first.
It arrived disguised as survival.
As Tuesdays endured.
As prayers that sounded like negotiations.<...
The Butterflies in my stomach
has my mind in strings
reeling me in with a fish rod
has my body in strings
making me dance like...
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