Friday


sharp knives

Running off a mountain
     Just to feel the wind
          In between these
                 Arms
A place where you
Used to hide
Now an empty ocean
No one knows where to
Lie anymore
       I used to take the words
       I used to take the pain
But finally my eyes
Shattered
And I couldn’t find
              My breath
With a needle to my
              Head
A gun to the ground
    Hold my heart up
             And set fire
        To the holes in
My head

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