Thursday


walking out the door.

she caused the wound.
where the map meets my heart.
don't worry i know he's watching me.
turning the color red, red like blood.
she holds back, before he enters.
chains behind us, the people speak.
closed life, behind doors.
don't worry, she says.
I am not done yet.
the sun will set after we spill our souls
another day passes and my body has holes.
 

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