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Routes
The words were written deep within our wounds,but we went different ways, when the sun sank into the soil.We learned different lessons,traced different trails on our troubled skin,but they always had the same destination.
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Making Arrangements
It had been three days and a handful of hours since that man became my problem again.I thought I’d cast him out and set myself free,but ghosts never quite let go. Another who wronged me, dead,yet I’m too snowed under with paperwork to seek revenge,worrying if resentment will give me worry lines,and if I have…
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Forgiveness Is Never Free
I tried to cry when you wandered off.I stood before the mirror,staring with so much struggle at the earthy eyes you gave me,willing them to weep,but there was a drought,a deficit of devastation,no matter how much I scolded and shamed myself. I put on an Ella record,recalling the time that you told me that Billie…
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Still
The earth is still,and I am still against it,staining her soul with my resentment,but still, she stays patient. There is hope for me,but she’s the only one who can see it.
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ACAB
I was told that I was unaffected,and I found myself unable to agree with that assessment,but it didn’t matter,to the world at large,or the small selection of very small minds who make decisions on whether I deserved some kind of clarity.My sleep has been interrupted for a decade of Decembers,and I spy over my shoulder,…