Why do you scrape your soul
and leave the shiny piles of
shavings everywhere?
Why do you sleep so close to
the poison?
Why do I wring this flesh?
Is it bad to wish a whole year of this life
never happened?
To have the pride to say
"You did not earn this"?
The preface to this epilogue was wrong
Those words were blue green sea glass
Liquefying in my hands
into bottomless pools of beauty
No shivers...I felt so safe
diving in with eyes closed
But this end?
This end makes me land on
craggy rocks of shame
Puts shadows in placed they
should not be.
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