What a fickle thing
The touch of a friend
To be left- just a fling
Leads thoughts through the bends
Of life, and Death
No matter the love you may feel
No one will escape their last breath
We will all kneel
At the loss of love
The loss of life
There are no words from above
To console the strife
And yet- you cannot stay
on your knees
For there is no one left to hear
Your pleas
To have survived this long
despite the world’s penchant
for beautiful dead girls,
Is that not magical in itself?
The heart is an arrow
It demands aim to land true,
it leaves us
someone hear me
please, little gods,
whoever is listening,
whoever hears the echo,
someone
hear me.
i have enough
caffeine
in my blood
to kill a cow,
momma,
you know,
i was so pretty today.
i woke up on time
you didn’t say anything
before you left
but,
my glasses were clean
my nails were painted,
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