The sky burned gold and rose, as if the day couldn’t let go without one final blaze.
The sky burned gold and rose, as if the day couldn’t let go without one final blaze.
They taught us not to be loud
when something hurt.
To swallow the ache
like it was rude to mention.
We learned how to nod
while breaking.
How to laugh
with our ribs caving in.
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