this was written over a year and a half ago:
Thoughts gnarled branches in the air above our heads.
I toe the water’s edge.
It’s inhumane to be so sane,
crack my head & rinse my brain.
You and yesterday, oh more, more, more
oh forget me not, oh bathroom floor,
collapsed and crying, does it feel like dying?
You’re only good to the last drop.
It leaves me parched.
And I feel so strong I can’t stop,
when fear is what you do, it comes back to you.
Oh dark nights and sun-soaked days!
Would it be unwise to count the ways
through which you make me soft?
Just so long
and long enough.
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